Nate blinked and shifted his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other. Good grief. Now that’s a scary wish. He snorted to himself. If it wasn’t for the gigantic cod piece, she’d have seen his cold and shrunken package outlined by the taut fabric and changed her mind, if she’d even have been interested in the first place.
“Sorry, my dear. Kidnapping isn’t allowed. Perhaps you’d like something else?”
Nate drew his attention away from the obsessed woman and back to searching for an envelope. He lifted a blanket thrown over the back of the throne, finding nothing. Stepping behind the large wooden seat, he leaned over and peered under the seat portion. Nothing.
The woman pouted as Donner handed her a lollipop and sent her on her way. She stepped off the stage and another child rushed
