He didn’t make eye contact. “What was in the box I gave you two nights ago.”
Oh crud. Mina blinked in disbelief. A ring? There was a ring. When? Where? Two nights ago! That would have been the night of the explosion. Then it all came rushing back to her. Brody on the balcony, holding up a small box and saying how old fashioned he was. He’d opened a box to show her a class ring. His class ring. What happened to it? She remembered the explosion, and that’s it.
“Your class ring.”
“Yes and…?” he trailed off.
“And…” she repeated trying to delay the answer so she could think. If he had given her the ring before the ball, she would have said yes without a doubt. But then she had gone back in time and started to fall in love with Teague, before she’d torn his life in two with the curse. Before she’d seen how ruthless he could be.
When Teague was hell bent on trying to destroy her, why would she pause? She had loved Jared—she was able to freely admit that. But a small part of her still wondered if something of him remained within Teague. Could there be a small bit of love for her within his blackened heart?
Why couldn’t she just date the boy she’d had a crush on for years? It was obvious he liked her, and she really, really liked him. And this time there was no Story-funny-business messing with his feelings.
“Oh man,” Brody grumbled and pulled the car over to the side of the road.
“What?” Mina glanced around somewhat fearfully, and they had pulled over by the school. Cars were lined up and down every street, and kids walked by with balloons and large overstuffed prizes. “Oh, the school carnival.”
Brody groaned and ran his hands over his face. “Yeah, I was supposed to volunteer with the polo team in our booth today. I got out of it for Friday night, but I blew off yesterday.”
“Well, you did have a lot going on, like being chased by a death omen and all.” Mina tried to tease him, but it didn’t help. Brody’s face looked guilt stricken.
“You don’t understand. This was my idea—to raise scholarship funds for underprivileged kids to go to summer camp. The team is going to kill me.”
Mina understood. She had seen the banners all over school promoting the fair. Most of the clubs and teams manned a booth—it was the biggest fundraiser of the year. Luckily, Mina had been able to avoid getting roped into volunteering.
Nan pulled up beside them, and Ever rolled down the passenger window. “What’s the hold up?”
Brody rolled his window down. “I’m supposed to be working today and yesterday.”
“Uh oh! Somebody’s in trouble,” Ever taunted.
Charlie saw the balloons and the Ferris wheel and fun house in the background, and he practically crawled up between the console of the seat to point it out to Nan.
“Yeah, I see it, buddy,” she answered. “So what are we going to do, Mina?” She leaned forward to ask around Ever.
Brody turned to Mina and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “I’m sorry, but I really ought to go in and work the rest of the day, or the guys will kill me. You can jump into Nan’s car, and I’ll swing by tonight when I’m done.”
Mina looked over to Nan’s car and saw Charlie jumping up and down in excitement, pleading with those big, brown eyes. It might be just what they needed.
She sighed. “I’d hate for you to get kicked off the team for shirking your duties. But I think we should all go in. It should be fine. We’re surrounded by hundreds of people.”
He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “You’re the best.”
She smiled slightly as Brody pointed out an empty spot for Nan to park in up ahead. He did a U-turn and pulled into a spot that had just been vacated.
Thankfully, he was so worried about his missed volunteer spot that he didn’t ask her again about his class ring. But he did grab her hand as soon as they were out of the car and met up with the others.
With a squeeze of her fingers, he said goodbye and then ran to the volunteer line to check in before disappearing into the fair.
The group walked out by the football field and fell in line behind others waiting to pay to get into the fair. When it was their turn to pay, Mina was pleasantly surprised to see Melissa, Makaylee, and Julianne selling tickets.
“How many?” Melissa asked, opening the cash box.
Mina eyed the list of ages and ticket prices. “One student and one child,” She pulled out enough money to cover hers and Charlie’s entry tickets.
“How many ride tickets do you want?” Julianne piped up and pulled out a roll of pink tickets. “Everything is two tickets, and each ticket is a dollar.”