Chapter 4

“It’s short for Sebastian,” he said, and the smile was in his voice now rather than curving his wicked mouth. “But those kinds of airs don’t sit well with people I call friend. So yeah, call me Seb.”

He grinned, unable to contain it. “I’m Levi.”

“And I’m Annie,” she piped up.

“And now that introductions are out of the way…” Seb gave them one more squeeze, then let them go, hopping back onto his stage with the nimble grace of a deer in flight. “I better get back to work before I find myself without a job.” He winked at Annie. “Go have fun. And listen to your big brother.”

Annie had pulled him along several feet, hungry to get to Bertie on the other side of the tent and whatever special surprise Seb must give out to his favored customers, when Levi yanked to a halt and stared back at him.

“How’d you know she was my sister?” he asked.