“Not since graduation.” She adjusted Charlie and headed for the gymnasium entrance. “Remind me again why we’re here.”
Sam put his hand on the small of her back, the gentle touch oddly comforting. “The annual Kiwanis carnival not only celebrates Fat Tuesday but raises a lot of money each year for local kids. It’s a great event for the town.”
“Spoken like a true pillar of the community.” She gave an involuntary shiver. “Which I’m not and never will be.”
“You never know. Either way, I promise you’ll have fun. Greasy food, games, dancing.”
Since she’d been back, she hadn’t attended any town events. It was one thing to reconnect with people she’d known within the relative safety of the salon. No one was going to rehash old resentments while she wielded scissors. Here she was out of her element and not confident about the reception she’d get from the girls she once knew. Especially since she’d taken Brevia’s most eligible bachelor off the market.
A memory niggled at the back of her mind. “Didn’t you do a kissing booth last year or something like that?”
Sam’s confident stride faltered. “They auctioned off dates with a couple local guys.”
She flashed him a smile. “How much did you go for, Chief?”
In the fading light, she saw a distinct trail of red creep up his neck. “I don’t remember.”
“Liar.” She stood in one spot until he turned to look at her. “Tell me.”
“A thousand,” he mumbled.
“Dollars?” She gasped. “Who in the world paid that much money for you?” When he leveled a look at her, she added, “Not that I don’t think you’re worth it. But not a lot of people around here have that kind of cash.”
“It was for a good cause” was his only answer.
Another thought struck. “Unless...it was Ida Garvey!”
He turned and she trotted to catch up with him, Charlie bouncing on her hip. “Let me take him.” Sam slid his arms around Charlie and scooped him up.
“It was Ida, wasn’t it? She’s the only one around here rich enough to pay that amount.”
He gave a reluctant nod. “I got the most money.”
“What kind of date did you take her on?”
“Would you believe I escorted her to her fiftieth high-school reunion over in Asheville? She had me wait on her hand and foot. Kept calling me her ‘boy toy’ in front of her old friends.” He shook his head. “I swear my butt had bruises from being pinched so often.”
Julia laughed harder than she had in ages. “You really are a hero, you know?”
“It’s not funny.”
“Yes, it is.” She looked at him and saw humor shining in his eyes, as well. Then she noticed they were at the gym entrance, light spilling out into the darkening night. She studied Sam for another moment, wondering if he’d told her that story to ease her nerves.
He really was a good guy, she thought. He should be with someone like him—a woman who was smart and sweet.
Someone nothing like her.
He smoothed the skin between her eyebrows. “Stop frowning,” he said gently. “We’re going to have fun.”
He dropped his hand, intertwined his fingers with hers and led her into the gymnasium. He greeted the two women working the ticket counter, neither of whom Julia recognized. Sam made introductions, and both women gave her a genuine smile and shook her hand, offering congratulations on their engagement. She flashed her ring but noticed Sam stiffen when one of the ladies complimented him on it.
Charlie became suddenly shy and buried his face in the crook of Sam’s neck, something Julia would have loved to do, as well.
“Come on, buddy,” Sam coaxed. “Let’s find some cotton candy.”
“I don’t think so,” Julia said. “He hasn’t had dinner yet.”
Charlie gave Sam a wide grin. “Can-ee.”
“We’ll get a hot dog first,” Sam promised her and moved into the crowd.
“Kids can always count on their dad for a good time,” one of the women said with a laugh.
“While Mom cleans up the sick stomach,” the other added.
“He’s not...” Julia began, wanting to explain that Sam wasn’t her son’s father. Then she realized they already knew that, although Sam was certainly acting like the doting dad.
“He’s quite a catch.” The blonder of the two women winked at her.
Julia’s stomach flipped because she knew how right the woman’s statement was. “I’d better stick with them,” she said and hurried after the two, emotions already at war in her mind and heart.
“Julia!” Lainey’s voice carried over the crowd, and a moment later, she was surrounded by her sister, Ethan and their mother. Lainey gave her a long hug. “Sam said today was rough. Are you feeling any better?”
“I knew I should have come with you.” Vera shook her head. “I’d like to get ahold of that family and talk some sense into them.”
“When did you see Sam?” The thought of Sam giving information about her to her family made her more than a little uncomfortable.
“I ran into him downtown,” Lainey said. “What’s the big deal?”
“He shouldn’t have said anything.”
“He’s going to be your husband,” Vera corrected. “He has a right to worry.”
“We all do,” Lainey echoed. “Jules, you’ve got to let us help you. You’re not alone.”
“Where’s the little man?” Ethan asked, his internal radar about conflict between the three Morgan women practically glowing bright red through his T-shirt.
“Right here,” Sam answered, balancing a huge cotton candy and a paper plate with hot-dog chunks and small pieces of watermelon on it.
Charlie reached for a piece of fruit and babbled a few nonsense words.
“You cut up the hot dog,” Julia said, stunned.
Sam’s forehead wrinkled. “I thought you were supposed to cut up round food when kids are little.”
“You are.” Julia felt ridiculous that something so minor had such an effect on her emotions. “I didn’t realize you’d know it.”
“Don’t be silly.” Vera reached for Charlie and snuggled him against her. “He’s spent enough time around you and Charlie to realize that.”
Julia saw Lainey studying her, a thoughtful expression on her face. “That’s right. Isn’t it, Jules?”
Julia nodded and stepped next to Sam, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. “Of course. Thanks, hon.”
Lainey’s features relaxed and Julia blew out a quiet breath of relief.
“There’s my favorite son and future daughter-in-law.” So much for her short-lived relief. Julia heard Sam groan.
She turned and was enveloped in one of Joe Callahan’s bear hugs. He moved from her to Sam. “Look at you, Sammy. Surrounded by friends with the woman you love at your side.” His meaty hands clasped either side of Sam’s jaw. “I’m so proud of you, son. You’re not a loner anymore. I thought my mistakes had cost you a chance at a real life. But you’re making it happen.”
“Dad, enough.” Sam pulled Joe’s hands away. “Not the