Chapter 15

If Carlo and I did date, would it only be during Faire season? We live an hour away from each other, but—Wait, last night I told myself I wasn’t interested in that yet. What’s wrong with me?

Wes rubbed one eye with the heel of his palm, then adjusted his basket on his arm so he could drink some water and keep walking. The heat made him sluggish. It was like being drunk and hungover at the same time. That, he told himself, was the reason he was acting like an idiot. His stomach twisted with chagrin at the memory of flashing Carlo, even if Carlo did sort of ask for it.

I might as well put on a jester hat and run into things for everyone’s entertainment,he thought bitterly. I would be making less of a fool of myself than I am now