should marry him. Can I be your flower girl? Me and Sophie?”
“Elena!” The girl’s mom clamped her hand on the child’s shoulder.
“But we’re all practiced up, Mommy. Didn’t we do a good job for you and my new daddy? We sprinkled petals all down the walkway, just like you asked.” She looked at Sarah. “They smelled pretty, too.”
Sarah shoved the memories of her own stint as a flower girl into the dark recesses of her mind. Her experiences weren’t relevant to the two cuties in front of her. “That’s very nice. As far as I know, Mr. Morrissey and I aren’t having a wedding, but I’ll keep the two of you in mind, just in case.” She held up her hand. “No promises, though, okay?”
“It will be beautiful.” Elena nodded as she tapped a finger to her mouth, deep in thought. “Sophie and me both look good in pink.”
“Okay, Elena, really. That’s enough out of you now.” Her mom reached out a hand. “Let’s go see which rides you and Sophie are tall enough to go on.”
“Yay! Rides!”
The dad grinned and winked at Sarah then reached for the girls’ hands and led them toward the carnival.
“Sorry about that,” Kelly said, leaning closer for a few seconds. “She’s going to keep us hopping for a long time.”
“Really, it’s okay. It’s a nice change from six-year-old boys asking to marry me. I’m used to nearly anything by now.”
Kelly stretched a hand toward Corbin. “I hope my daughter didn’t scare you off. I’m Kelly... Tomlinson, by the way. I still have to get used to saying that. Sarah’s a gem.”
“Corbin Morrissey.” He shook Kelly’s hand. “I’ve noticed she’s pretty special.”
Kelly grinned. “I’d better catch up with Ian and the girls. Nice running into you.” She turned and hurried away.
* * *
Corbin snagged Sarah’s hand. “Your students are lucky to have you.”
“Aw, thanks. Sorry they were so forward. Typical of Elena though. I’m not sure how many times she proposed to Sophie’s father.”
He chuckled. “Sounds cute.”
“For everyone but Kelly and Ian, I’m sure it was. Anyway, forget about them. Where were we headed?”
They’d already done the teacup, thankfully. For a sissy ride it was kind of fun, at least with her, but that didn’t mean he wanted to do it again.
Why on earth was he attracted to Sarah? Corbin couldn’t figure it out. Sure, she was pretty, but so were a lot of other women, and Sarah didn’t have the sense of adventure he did. Good thing? Bad thing?
Down the sharpshooter gallery, a stuffed purple dragon caught his eye, and he steered Sarah toward it. “Want one of those?” He leaned so close her hair brushed his cheek.
She angled her eyebrows as she glanced up at him. “You think you are a good enough shot?”
Better not brag too much. Besides, at a place like this it wasn’t so much being a good shot as figuring out which way the gun veered. It might take a few rounds, but he’d get it. He waggled his eyebrows. “I guess we’ll see.”
He plunked down his money and picked up the toy gun. It was more likely to aim high or low than too far to the side, or it would be a menace. So... aim high then.
Poof.
He let off a shot and noted where it landed.
Poof.
Still too low.
Poof.
Getting closer.
Poof.
A little to the left.
Poof.
“Sorry about that, mister. Maybe another time.”
“Like right now.” Corbin dropped more cash on the counter. This time he dropped all five shots onto their targets. “I’ll take the purple dragon.”
The kid stared at him a moment before pulling down the three-foot-long stuffed animal and handing it across.
Corbin bowed. “For you, I will slay any dragons that come in your path.” He presented the gift to Sarah.
She grinned and tucked the monstrosity under her arm. “What are you, my knight in shining armor?”
“I’m glad to hear you’re finally realizing it.”
Chapter 6
“If I’d known you and Corbin were actually going to go on