Chapter 3
There was a reason Linus didn’t normally go to fairs, he soon remembered. He hated them. This little street fair, or whatever it was, certainly didn’t seem to be any exception.
Since it wasn’t a date, as Micah kept insisting it was not, Linus hadn’t really known how to dress. He guessed pretty casually, so he’d planned on shorts and a T-shirt, but the afternoon they decided to go, when they were both off work, it was cool and breezy. On the edges of the horizon were rather ominous clouds slowly inching their way toward the Los Angeles basin. Well, ominous for Southern California anyway.
“I don’t really like carnivals,” he announced to Micah after they paid for their tickets and went through the turnstile entrance.
“It’s a fair not a carnival.”
Linus frowned. “What’s the diff
