Chapter Eighteen
THE EVENING HELD a slight breeze that tugged at Aimee’s blond hair, making her consistently snatch at it to tuck it behind her ears. The battle was equally as frustrating with the skirt she chose to wear, as the wind kept flapping the fabric around her thighs and jerking the skirt up in the air, exposing her ass if she wasn’t careful.
The carnival was crowded with families being dragged around on the inky parking lot by little hands toward chances to win a giant stuffed animal and couples embraced arm in arm wandering from ride to ride. Colored lights beckoned as hawkers called out as they passed, enticing them to take a chance at a game, urging Clint to win his beautiful lady a prize. The night air was thick with the aroma of popcorn and deep fryers as people lined up f
