“The job,” I tell him, unable to hide my still-growing smile. My cheeks are starting to hurt.
“Help me maintain the fairgrounds while my cousin is out. His girl is having a baby, and he wants to be home to help. Leaving me alone to mow, weed-eat, pick up the garbage, and clean the public bathrooms. Plus, I could use a pretty face around here for people renting the space out for events. "
“You have a pretty face,” I tell him. It might be a glow from the rides, but I think I see a slight blush.
“I got a hot temper too, and I know it. As much as I try to avoid the crazies, they seem to flock to me. "
“What does that say about me?” I tease him.
He looks me up and down, but I can't read what he's thinking. "So you in Samiipoo?”
“... sure, why not?” Tyler’s smirk is a clear indicator of w
