Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Razor had promised he would be at the fair, and she was looking forward to seeing him. They had been hanging out, and it was a lot of fun. He came every morning, including Sundays, carrying coffee and breakfast. Sometimes it was buns, other times it was a breakfast sandwich. He had even gotten some pancakes and waffles on different occasions. She never had to worry about breakfast. Of course, one of the days Maeve joined them, and they had no choice but to offer their own food so there was plenty to go around for three.
Now, Razor sent her a text, asking if her sister was even there. Most often, she wasn’t. She’d been busy, but in the past week she had been there every single day.
After breakfast, he always had some kind of club job to do, and he was vague about a lot of what he did. Sometimes he worked late, when he was on guard duty at the strip club in town. Other times, he worked at the mechanic shop and bounced around from job to job. There was no one direct answer. The nights he worked late, he never stopped by, but when he was not at the strip club, he came to watch a movie, take her out to dinner, or for a walk. Eden didn’t need to ask him to show up.
Arriving at the fair, Eden wrinkled her nose. She hated crowds but she always attended the fair and helped where she could. She grabbed Maeve’s bags and followed her sister, helping her get set up at the face-painting stand.
“Are you okay?” Maeve asked.
There were a lot of people, and it was before nine o’clock in the morning. The Easter fair brought a lot of locals out, but people traveled for this as well. It was always a lot of work.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s all good. You know me.” She let out a little laugh, which she didn’t quite feel, but she was trying to keep her focus on what was important.
Eden had no idea why she hated crowds, or why they made her so nervous. It wasn’t like anything bad had happened to her in a crowd.
“I better get going.”
“If this is too much for you?” Maeve said. “I can take care of it.”
“Maeve, it’s fine. I do this every year, and every year it is always fine. I’m fine.”
“You’re saying fine a lot.”
“It’s how I handle and deal with it. Chat later.” She needed to go and get stuck in, otherwise, she would end up in one of the porta-potties, trying to control her breathing.
She made her way across the fair, trying to stay within her own space, but of course, people kept bumping into each other.
It’s fine.
She arrived at a trinket stand with homemade gifts. There were a lot of people in Rivermont Ridge who liked to dabble in crafts. There were handmade buttons, earrings, bracelets, necklaces, little frames, cards, and even items of clothing.
Stepping behind the stand, Martha offered her a smile. Martha was a lovely older woman who was the head of the crafts in Rivermont Ridge. She owned the craft store, which was also a fabric store, and a safe haven for anyone that crafted.
Eden was not a crafter. She had designed Martha’s website so she could compete with some of the bigger chain stores, and sending her business online had helped her a lot. Now, she had a lot of followers, and Eden had seen the shop grow stronger.
Usually, this stand was quiet, but in recent years, a lot of people had started to see the real value in homemade items, and Eden got involved in selling.
When there was a spare minute, she found herself looking at the cute handmade clothing. The sweaters looked adorable. She loved the one decorated with puppies. It was so cute, and she kept stroking it when she had a spare moment.
“Honey, Beatrice needs you on the book stand,” Martha said.
This is where she started moving from stand to stand. She hadn’t seen Razor yet, and she couldn’t help but keep looking for him.
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Razor hated and loved the Easter fair.
It was good, because nine times out of ten, the sun was shining, and it was a lovely event. There was good food and pretty much anything anybody could buy. He didn’t like that in recent years, a lot of assholes liked to come, and Sheriff Hayes had asked for their help.
They brought their bikes and used them as a cover to be at the fair. This was no longer a fun time for them, but a job. There had been a few times Razor had to intervene, when he saw some guys about to hurt another.
The sheriff wanted the fair to go off without a hitch. It could be hard to accomplish with so many people around. Also, there was alcohol, which never freaking helped.