Soon, he turned to me with a regretful smile. “This turn is almost over. I’d better go and stop things before the crowd get too irate.”
He nodded in the direction of the people waiting for the next go round, and I smiled. “Okay, I think I can manage for a few seconds. Thanks...”
“Finlay,” he filled in, allowing me to take the wheel from him. “And you’re welcome. You should have another go, get some more practice in, now I’ve shown you how it’s done. But you’ll have to get back in the queue. If I let you stay on now, there’ll be hell to pay.”
I giggled. “I don’t want to start a riot. I think I’ll go and grab a drink or something, then maybe come back. Okay?”
“Okay...”
“Abigail.”
“Abigail.” The way he said my name made all the hairs stand up on the back of my neck, and the throb betwee
