by Devney Perry
“I fucking hate The Zipper,” I muttered. “Are you sure about this?”
Poppy looked green. “I’m sure.”
Liar. There wasn’t an ounce of confidence in her voice. “Maybe we should take a break. Come back and do this in an hour or so.” We’d saved The Zipper for last because it was the ride that had scared her the most.
“No.” She clicked her own seat belt with shaking hands. “This is the last ride and then we’re done. We just have to get through this, and we’re done.”
“Okay.” I reached up and gripped the handle on the side of the car. My hand felt slimy because I was sweating my balls off. It was blistering outside, probably over ninety, and not a breeze to be found. Being trapped in this hot metal car wasn’t helping.
I needed water. Better yet, a fucking beer. I hadn’t gone on this many rides since I was a kid, and even then, Mom and Dad had limited my tickets. But there was no limit today. I’d spent almost two hundred dollars on tickets because I’d refused to let Poppy pay.
These fucking traveling carnivals were raking it in. Bastards. Even the kiddie rides had cost five bucks. You’d think they could afford some spray paint to spruce up these cages.
“Enjoy the ride.” With our car locked, the worker smacked the side, then moved back to the control panel.
“Oh my god,” Poppy groaned as the car rocked back, her face going from green to white, matching her knuckles on the bar across our knees.
“Tell me again why we’re doing this?” I hoped a distraction would get her through the loading process. And then we’d just have to stick it out through the two-minute ride.
“Jamie never had a chance to do many fair rides. He was always showing livestock with 4-H, but he loved stuff like this. He even begged me to go to Disneyland for our honeymoon.”
I swallowed hard, not wanting to picture Poppy on a honeymoon. A niggling prickle crept up my neck. I’d been pushing images of Poppy and her husband aside, compartmentalizing them in a box I had no plans to ever open, but the damn lid kept flopping open.
It didn’t help when there were reminders everywhere, like her wedding rings always shining on her finger.
The worst part was, I’d asked her to tell me about him. And it wasn’t that I didn’t want to know. I did. I wanted to know everything about Poppy. I just didn’t realize how hearing her talk about Jamie, seeing her face soften, would make me feel.
Jealous. Like an asshole, I was jealous.
The car rocked again and Poppy gasped, pulling my thoughts back into the cage. My free hand reached out and took one of hers off the bar.
She laced her fingers with mine and squeezed. “Keep distracting me.”
I grinned, amazed again at how well this woman had me figured out. “Did you go on rides as a kid?”
“No. This was always more of Finn’s thing.”
I didn’t remember much of Finn Alcott other than his hair, which was the same color as Poppy’s, and how he’d stepped up for his sister five years ago. After she’d texted him, he’d come to her house and taken over, making the difficult phone calls so she wouldn’t have to deliver the news of Jamie’s murder.
“How’s he doing?” I asked.
“He’s okay.” The car jerked and Poppy gripped my hand so hard my knuckles cracked. “Him and Molly are struggling to adjust to their divorce.”
I tried to adjust my hand and restore some blood flow, but she wasn’t having it so I just let her squeeze. “I didn’t realize they’d been married.”
“Yeah. They got divorced not too long ago.”
Below us, the carnival worker shouted something I couldn’t make out and the car started to rock.
“Last ride. Last ride. Last ride,” Poppy chanted.
“Just close your eyes. Two minutes, and this will all be over.”
She nodded and squeezed her eyes shut.
Then we rode The Zipper.
While Poppy kept her eyes closed the entire time, I kept mine open and on our linked hands. By the time the ride was over and our car stopped shaking, I’d memorized the feel of her delicate fingers laced with mine.
“Poppy.” Her eyes were still closed tight as our car stopped to unload first. “Poppy, I need my hand back so we can get out.”
Her eyes popped open and her entire frame relaxed. “We did it,” she breathed.
“You did it.”
“No. We did it.” Her eyes looked up to mine as she smiled. “I wouldn’t have done this without you, Cole.”
I leaned closer, not in a rush anymore to get out of this hot cage. Not with her eyes and hand holding mine. “I’m glad I—”
“Hey,” the ride operator snapped. “You guys gonna get out?”
Damn.
“Sorry.” Poppy wiggled her hand free and scrambled to unbuckle her seat belt.
I unbuckled too, stepping out onto the platform. My shirt was sticking to my back and I held on to the rail as I followed Poppy down the stairs to the dirt below.
“No matter what new rides they come up with, The Zipper always seems to ring my bell like no other.”
She laughed and looked up at the ride. “Me and you are done, Zipper! You win.”
When her smile came back to me, my heart jumped in a strange rhythm—almost like it skipped a beat. I’d never felt anything like it before.
“I could use a beer. What do you say, Detective? Can I buy you a cold one?”
My perfect woman. “Definitely.”
43rd Birthday: Go to a drive-in movie
Poppy
Thirty minutes after we’d left The Zipper, I was on my second beer and feeling practically euphoric. The combination of alcohol and the fading adrenaline rush from the carnival rides had put a smile on my face that would stay all night. On top of that, Finn had just texted that he’d brought the kids to the fair, and I couldn’t wait to see their happy faces.
“Hey, would you care if we met up with my brother and his kids?”
“Of course not.” Cole grinned, then drained the last of his beer.
I smiled and did the same, tossing my plastic cup in the trash on our way out of the beer garden.
As we stepped through the gate, Cole’s hand came to the small of my back. “Lead the way.”
A tingle traveled from his fingertips to my neck at the unfamiliar gesture. Jamie had never done that for me—guided me as we walked. He’d been more of a grab-my-hand-and-drag-me-behind-him kind of guy.
But I liked this with Cole. I liked that it was different. I liked that it was subtle. I liked that in a sea of people, it tied us together. And when his hand fell away a few steps later, I missed the pressure of his fingers as we walked through the Friday-night crowd back toward the rides.
Unlike when we’d arrived at the fairgrounds, the sight of bright lights and spinning rides didn’t make me nauseous. An enormous weight had been lifted now that we were done with this particular list item. From now on, I’d never feel compelled to do more than ride the Ferris wheel.
“Thanks again for coming with me tonight.” If not for Cole’s help, I doubt I would have made it through.
“Sure.” He nudged me with his elbow. “Thanks for not puking on me.”
I laughed just as I spotted Finn standing outside the gate to the small dinosaur-themed train. “There they are.” I pointed and changed directions.
“Ugh,” he groaned, glaring at the dinosaur cars.
He’d barely been able to fit on that ride. He’d had to sit in the caboose by himself because it was the only car big enough for his long legs. Even then, his knees had come up nearly to his chin. But he’d toughed it out through the four slow laps, and when we’d drawn a crowd of adults, staring at him with puzzled faces, Cole had just smiled and waved, pretending like it was no big deal that a grown man was on the kiddie train.
“You didn’t like this one?” I teased. “I think this was my favorite ride of the day.”
Cole scoffed. “My favorite part was when I got stuck trying to get out of t
he damn car.”
I laughed. I’d had to help him off the ride by holding his arm so he could balance as he yanked his feet free. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh.” I tried to rein it in, but I couldn’t stop picturing the faces of the parents who had been watching. They’d had vise grips on their children as they watched Cole curse at the triceratops. “Did you see that one mother? She looked like she was about to call the cops on you.”
“Thank god she didn’t.” He shook his head. “I never would have lived that down at the station.”
I smiled up at him, conveying silent thanks. It was hard to believe that I’d had such an awful lunch with Jamie’s parents earlier. Cole had turned my whole day around by bringing me here.
Him, and doing this for Jamie.
Even though his parents were against it, today had reinforced my decision to finish the birthday list. No matter how much Debbie and Kyle objected, I was seeing this through. A year ago, nothing would have helped after such a bad encounter with Kyle and Debbie. I would have let it ruin my day, probably an entire week. But doing something fun, something for Jamie, had made it all go away.
“Aunt Poppy!” Kali screeched, waving wildly from her seat on the dinosaur train.
“Kali!” I waved back as I reached Finn’s side. My brother gave me a quick hug before I bent down to Max in his stroller. “How’s my Max?” I kissed his cheek.
“Pop, Pop.” He pointed to Kali. “Wook.”
“I see that. Isn’t it cool?”
He stared at his sister with a dazed look, probably wondering what she was doing or wishing he were old enough to follow.
I smiled and kissed him again, then stood just as Cole and Finn were shaking hands.
“I know you,” Finn said.
Cole nodded. “Cole Goodman.”
“Right.” Finn looked to me and then back to Cole, letting go of his hand. “Well, it’s nice to see you again under better circumstances.”
“Same to you. Is this your son?”
“This is Max.” I patted the stroller, then pointed to the ride. “And that’s Kali.”
“The mini-Molly?” Cole asked.
I smiled. “That’s the one.”
“What are you two doing here?” From Finn’s furrowed eyebrows, he wasn’t quite sure what to make of me and Cole, but I’d explain later.
“Well, your sister spent the better part of the afternoon dragging me along on every ride at the fair. Every. Single. One.” Cole circled his finger around, indicating each of the kiddie rides surrounding us.
“Yikes.” Finn chuckled. “How’d you even fit?”
Cole and I looked at each other, then burst out laughing. “Finn,” I held my side, “you should have seen him try and get into the little flying bumble bees. He had to beg the guy running the machine to even let him try. Then they had to balance the ride with me and a bunch of kids on the opposite arm. All of these people were standing around, glaring at Cole for being a pain. It was hilarious.”
Cole shook his head at my teasing. “I knew I should have snapped a picture of your green face when we were on The Zipper.”
“Sorry, Detective. You missed your chance, because that will never happen again.”
“You got her on The Zipper?” Finn’s eyes widened. “I’m impressed.”
Cole shrugged. “I can’t take much credit. She would have braved it with or without me.”
He had no idea how much I’d relied on him today, but I wasn’t going to debate that in front of my brother.
“So, you’re a detective now?” Finn asked Cole.
“Yeah. I got promoted about a year ago. What about you? What do you do?”
“I own a landscaping company here in town. We mostly do new construction, some mowing here and there.”
“Finn’s being modest,” I told Cole. “Alcott Landscaping is one of the biggest landscaping companies in the Gallatin Valley. And when he says new construction, he means that he designs the landscaping for some of the biggest homes in the area.”
Finn just shrugged. “It pays the bills.”
I was proud of Finn’s success, but it had come at a price. In my opinion, his dedication to his company had driven the wedge between him and Molly in the first place. He’d taken his design assistants out to dinners instead of his wife. He’d made sure everyone else’s lawn was mowed but forgotten to do his own, forcing Molly to do it herself. He’d spent late nights with his laptop instead of sleeping in bed next to her.
Alcott Landscaping had come above all others, except the kids. Finn might not have won awards as a husband, but he was a great dad. Even if their parents were divorced, Max and Kali had two parents who loved them unconditionally.
“Daddy! Aunt Poppy!” Kali screeched as the ride came to an end. She climbed out of her purple brontosaurus and came running down the platform and through the exit gate. “Did you see me? Did you see me?” She launched herself at Finn, giggling as he picked her up and threw her in the air.
“You did awesome! Was it fun?”
She nodded wildly. “Can I go again?”
“Sure. Did you want to do the dinosaur train again or try something else?” Finn smirked at Cole. “Aunt Poppy’s friend Cole said the bee ride was pretty fun.”
Kali looked at Cole but dismissed him completely, much too concerned about her fair rides than another adult in our huddle. “Hmmm.” She tapped her chin—something that was so stinking adorable I could hardly stand it. “Bees!”
“Bees!” Finn and I both cheered as Cole muttered, “Bees.”
I laughed and took the handle to Max’s stroller, leading the way to the other ride.
An hour later, Kali had been on every kiddie ride, I’d spent some quality time with my nephew, and Cole and Finn had made plans to meet up for a beer next week. My brother was man-crushing on Cole. Hard. And I couldn’t wait to razz him about it later.
“Can I do that one, Daddy? Pleeeeease?” Kali pointed to the Tilt-A-Whirl.
Finn shook his head. “You have to be taller to ride that one, baby.”
“But there’s a kid.” Kali’s eyes zeroed in on a kid not much taller than her riding with his dad.
“Saw that, did you?” Finn muttered and knelt down to look at his daughter. “You can’t go on that ride alone, and I didn’t buy myself any tickets. I’m sorry.”
“Finn, I’ve got a couple extra,” Cole said. “You can have them or I can take her.”
“Yay!” Kali squealed. “Can I go? Can I go, Daddy? Pleeeeease?”
Finn shook his head and clapped Cole on the shoulder. “She’s all yours. Good luck.”
Cole chuckled as Kali grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the ride. He smiled at me as my niece kept pulling. “At least I fit on this one.”
“Have fun!” Finn and I called to their backs.
As Cole and Kali took their place in line for the ride, Finn stepped closer to my side. “I like him.”
“No.” I feigned shock. “Really? I couldn’t tell by the way you were practically humping his leg.”
“Tease all you want. You like him too.”
Cole was still holding Kali’s hand, smiling down at her as they waited in line. “Yeah. I like him too. He’s a friend.”
“A friend? Come on. What’s going on with you two?”
I shrugged. “I ran into him at that karate class I went to last month. We’ve had a couple dinners together, and he’s helping me with some of the stuff on Jamie’s list.”
“And.”
“And he’s also looking into the murder case.”
“And.”
“And . . . that’s it. Nothing more. I just told you. He’s a friend.”
“Poppy,” Finn chided.
I mocked his tone. “Finn.”
“Be honest.”
The downside of being extremely close to my brother was that I never could slip anything past him. “Honestly? I don’t know.”
“Fair enough.” Finn waved to Kali as she smiled his way from the Ti
lt-A-Whirl car. She was sitting right next to Cole, her hands gripping the railing across their laps. And Cole was grinning at me.
The ride got started and I waved to them both as they started spinning.
“He likes you too. More than just a friend.”
I sighed. “I know.”
I didn’t want to lead Cole on. I knew he had feelings for me, just like I had feelings for him. But since I wasn’t sure how to deal with them, it was safer just to classify him as a friend.
Finn threw his arm around my shoulders and hugged me to his side. “It’s okay to always love Jamie.”
“I always will.” Always.
“But maybe you can love someone else too.”
Two years ago, I would have said absolutely not. I would have said that my love for Jamie was all-consuming and I’d never find room in my heart for anyone else. But now, I wasn’t as sure. At some point, I wanted more in my life. A family. Children. Love.
So instead of saying absolutely not, I whispered, “Maybe.”
Finn hugged me tighter. “Something to think about. Since Jamie was my best friend in the world, I feel like I’m qualified to say this. He would have liked Cole too.”
Finn’s right. You would have liked him, Jamie.
We stayed quiet as we watched Kali and Cole on the ride. By the time they came back, Kali had claimed Cole as her own, begging him to take her on one last ride. They did until all the ride tickets had disappeared and we were strolling through the midway, getting some drinks and buying the kids a late snack.
“We probably better get going,” Finn said after the minidonuts and fresh-squeezed lemonades were gone.
Kali was still running around us in circles—literally racing around our legs—but Max was about thirty seconds from falling asleep in his stroller. And from the circles under his eyes, Finn’s energy was fading fast too. He’d probably stayed up most of last night working.
“Do you want some help with bedtime tonight? I could come over and help with baths.”
Finn’s face lit up. “You wouldn’t mind?”
“Not at all. You can spend some time getting caught up.”