She just didn’t know if it would continue to be enough for her.
When the song ended and the lights came on, brightly flooding the room, Fiona met Connor at the snack table. “Almost ready to go?”
“Yes.” His voice was tight.
When his gaze raked over her costumed body, she knew he was as turned on as she was. “I have to pass out goody bags to the kids on their way out. Then we can leave.”
“I’ll help.”
She reached under the table and slid a box out. He bent over and picked it up for her. Having a burly guy around certainly came in handy.
“Follow me,” she said and led the way to the front door.
Fiona watched as kids shoved gloved hands through sleeves on their coats. Others had to bend wings to make jackets fit. Some whined and cried that they didn’t want to go home yet.
Sarah’s voice r
