Lyle ordered an Uber for himself and Christian, who had to leave early for his “important dinner thing” with Uncle Eddie. Laden with purchases and sporting various degrees of sunburn, they all waited outside the Faire’s gates for the car to arrive.
“I think I’m gonna head out with you guys, if that’s okay,” Amber said. “I’ve got a few errands to run, and that way I don’t get stuck as a third wheel on the ‘Jurafi’ love-bicycle.” She grinned at Rafi, who pretended to be surprised by the discovery of his own middle finger in his pocket—but the thought of getting some alone time with Julian was not unwelcome.
“I guess that means the time has come for me to cough up Rafael’s bride-price,” Julian said.
“It sure has, pretty boy. What did you get me?”
“Stay here.” He dashed off back into the F
