by Tess Oliver
I turned to look at Bodhi. “And what about you? That Maggie Stevens just about melts into a pile of butter whenever you walk into the grocers. When are you going ask her out? About time someone popped that cherry of yours, little brother.”
Gideon laughed.
Bodhi kicked the back of the seat. “Fuck you both. I’m looking for the right girl.” My little brother had plenty of admirers, but no one had caught his eye yet. For me, after losing Ella, I’d found my attention span was short when it came to girls. I guess no one had caught my eye yet either. I just couldn’t see any way to give away a heart that Ella had already taken with her to the grave.
Gideon slowed as we passed the carnival. “Starfield’s Traveling Show,” he read off the giant sign out front. “Come watch The Enchantress ride The Death Sphere.” He looked at me. “Enchantress? Sounds like the stunt rider is a woman.”
“Maybe. I met a couple of the exotic dancers when the truck stopped for directions.”
Gideon’s mouth dropped open. “And you didn’t fucking mention that detail to me? They’ve got hoochie-coochie girls, and you didn’t feel the need to bring it up in conversation?”
“Looks like they’re setting up some game booths,” Bodhi said enthusiastically.
Gideon grunted in disappointment. “There is something seriously wrong with our little brother.”
I laughed. “We sheltered him too much.” I pulled out my pocket watch. Ole Roy had given it to me before I left for France. I never went anywhere without it. It was like having a piece of him with me all the time. “Let’s get moving. If we’re late, Griggs won’t even invite us in.”
Gideon pressed forward the lever and lifted his pedal foot. We lurched into high gear and rumbled past the carnival. I glanced out the window one last time and caught a glimpse of a girl walking a large gray horse across the lot. It was her, the girl who’d sat back in the shadows of the truck as if she didn’t want to be seen. But once I saw her, once I’d gotten a good look at her, I couldn’t pull my gaze away. She had hair the color of copper and glittering brown eyes and golden skin to match, almost as if some artist had taken a brush and painted a girl made of copper and gold, an incredibly beautiful girl.
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