Chapter 63

“You could have bought her something from one of the booths and pretended you won it,” said Kiko.

“Hah,” said Dom, smug. He poked Kiko’s shoulder. “I knew there was a little criminal in you somewhere. Telling Chad to lie?”

“Well, I guess I could give her my pickles,” said Chad, referring to a jar of Dill’s heart-shaped creations sitting on the floor next to his coat. “But I was going to give them to Roy.”

“Pickles are not romantic, Chad,” said Dom.

“Because you know what romantic is,” said Kiko. Dom was about to give a good retort to that when his number was called. He jumped up, ticket in hand.

“You put a ticket in for lawn flamingoes?” asked Kiko as he dashed off to collect his prize. Dom loved the cute look of mild terror on Kiko’s face. Oh yes, he’d won a flock of plastic flamingoes, and it was going to be perfect.

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