Dylan looked up at the big Ferris wheel in front of him then back at Lynda"s face. He took in her wide eyes and rapid pulse he couldn"t miss seeing the throbbing in her neck as she looked up at the slowly spinning baskets.
"Are you sure?" He glanced at the wheel then back to her. "I don"t need to go on it."
"No, it"s silly." She swallowed then looked at him and squeezed the hand she"d been holding as they wandered through the carnival. "I hear the view up there is amazing. We should go."
He didn"t want to argue with her. She hadn"t said anything about being afraid, but he could see it in the fine beads of sweat on her forehead and the way her eyes got wider as her breathing got shallower. She stepped forward as the line to board got slower, tugging his hand as she went. Dylan had no
