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breasts. He took the offered sweet, grasping a small piece with his tongue while she held it. Her eyes turned flirty.
    “Mm, raspberry,” Kevin said knowingly. “It’s good, but I like the Spookie Fruiti grape the best.”
    Fawn broke the intimate connection John shared with her and looked at his nephew. “You do? Oh no, well we can’t have you eating my new favorite instead.” She held out a hand. “Come on, let’s jump the guy and make him give us grape.”
    Kevin laughed, taking her offered hand. “If we do that, Uncle John will have to arrest us.”
    As they walked away, Fawn glanced back at him, a suggestive expression on her face. “Got any handcuffs, cop?”
    John thought he’d come right there. The woman was a born tease, and she liked to keep him worked up at all times. She was about having as much fun as possible. She kept him off balance, which he sometimes thought was the most wonderful experience in his life, and at others questioned whether she had long term potential.
    He shook his head, considering it. Long term did not matter. He wasn’t looking for it. Dismissing thoughts of the future, John went to join Kevin and Fawn. Together they decided what ride to get on next and what games they’d like to play. John found himself laughing a lot more, and the heaviness he’d carried around with him since losing his brother lightened for the moment. He pulled Fawn close to his side and gave her a chaste kiss. “How about we try our hand at the hoops first, Kevin. I bet we can win Fawn a teddy bear or something.”
    Fawn rolled her eyes. “Oh lord, here we go. Men trying to prove themselves again. How do you know I won’t show y’all up?” She broke from his hold and imitated bouncing a ball and tossing it up for a shot in an imaginary basket.
    “Missed by that much,” Kevin quipped, holding up fingers to indicate an inch.
    “You!” Fawn shouted and chased after him when he ran. John burst out laughing. He had to admit it warmed him to know Kevin liked Fawn. Maybe she was more fun than he was, less cautious. He sighed and jogged to catch up to them.
    They wandered around for a while looking for the hoops and found them near the restrooms. After they’d taken a restroom break, they headed over to the game to try their luck. John pretended to roll up his sleeves even though he’d opted to wear a T-shirt today and strap his gun around his ankle. He’d considered just leaving it behind, but for some reason, trouble followed officers of the law. He didn’t like being unprepared.
    “Okay, little lady, which bear do you want?” he asked her with a country drawl.
    She giggled and pointed. “That one.”
    He’d been busy staring at her. “Sorry, which one?”
    She smirked at him and raised her hand to point again. John tugged her into his arms and ran his hand along her arm, ending at her hand. They intertwined fingers, both pointing to the massive pink and white rabbit hanging overhead.
    He frowned. “That’s not a bear.”
    She pouted so pretty, he felt weak. “It’s what I want.”
    His heart pounding in his chest, he nodded. “Anything you want.” For the next half hour, he and Kevin sweated and tossed away money to win Fawn the rabbit. They made plenty of baskets, but the damn system was set up in such a way that they kept winning tiny animals instead. John grumbled in disgust, and felt even more like an idiot because Fawn stood there laughing. She’d long since given up pretending she knew anything about shooting a basketball. She’d missed all but one.
    “You can trade those in for a big one if you want,” the vendor suggested.
    “Why the hell didn’t you say so earlier,” John groused.
    Fawn gasped and laughed. “Language, John. There are children around.”
    He cast her a dirty look and collected her rabbit. The sweet thank you and kiss she gave him made up for his humiliation and aching arms. Through with games, John suggested they find a ride and then look for food. The