CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO
Snow
“Who knew a pig could be so stubborn?” Afton huffs out a laugh as we load Harvey’s cage into the back of the truck.
“We told you.” Shane snorts as he helps me into the back seat. I’m letting Afton take the front.
“I’m glad you let me shower first.” Afton grins, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“No problem. Harvey can be a handful sometimes. I warned you.” Shane tilts his head, clearly amused by the spectacle that’s Harvey, as he drives toward town.
Afton directs his attention to Shane. “So, tell me about this festival thing.”
“Every Friday the town gets together,” Shane says, keeping his eyes trained on the road. “We kind of wanted to promote togetherness and love, family and friends.”
“Every Friday?”
“Yep.” Shane inclines his head. “Been going on almost three years.”
“I think that’s amazing.” Afton smiles as he watches town grow closer in the window and the small rides coming into view.
“One of my favorite days.” I grin, thinking of past festivals.
Shane parks near the petting zoo. “We’ll get Harvey in the pen and Brick will look after him, and then we can set up the booth.”
“I can help until I need to meet with the others,” Afton volunteers.
“I wonder what they’ll have you do since you got the dirty job?” I ponder aloud.
“I don’t know,” he answers. “I guess I’ll find out. Is this how the other seasons went?”
“Not really. I thought there would be more dates by now, one-on-one kind of dates and more drama. Although, the drama will come.”
“Hey, guys.” London approaches us and kisses my cheek.
“You seem better,” I tell him with a smile.
“I think it was just a few bad days. I promise to talk to you guys if I’m upset about anything. Snow, can I talk to you for a second?”
“Yeah, sure.” I take his hand and we walk a bit away from everyone else to a table and sit.
“Did you ever have a threesome before?”
What the what?
I don’t even know how to answer that.
I guess with honesty.
“Does it matter?” I squint, drawing my brows together, utterly confused by his question.
“No, but you come across as this sweet, innocent person that hasn’t ever done things.”
“Wow, that’s not fair,” I say, completely taken aback by his words.
“Just answer the question,” he snaps.
“Yes, if you must know. My dad forced me to have them with his friends when I became of age as a way to keep me in line . . . by threatening to take dancing away. Kind of funny, since nothing has ever been my choice.”