night.”
“Hey, I can shop. You hunt down your purchase, club it to death with a credit card and drag it out of the store, right?”
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She sputtered.
“See? Men can shop just fine.” He puffed up his chest, hoping to get her to laugh. “And I have special training as a Hunter, so I should be extra good at it.”
She was trying her damndest to hide her grin, but it wasn’t working. “Did Emma put you up to this?”
“I plead the fifth.”
“Aren’t we supposed to meet the others for dinner?”
“That might have been the plan at some point.”
“Gabe.”
He watched, smug satisfaction on his face as one of the shuttles pulled up, her hand curled firmly in his.
“Sarah. Will you go out with me today?”
She bit her lip to keep from laughing as he helped her onto the shuttle marked Epcot. “Gee, I don’t know. Maybe I should think about it.”
He sat next to her, his arm going around the back of the bench. “You do that.”
She giggled. “Didn’t we already agree to spend the day together?”
“Mm-hmm.”
She eyed him sideways, a spark of mischief in her eyes. “So, where’s your date?”
He growled. “How sore do you want your ass to be?” He put on his most dominant face, the one that never failed to make her lashes lower and her breathing speed up. “Don’t make me tell you again, Sarah.
Nothing. Happened. ”
After a brief hesitation her lashes lowered, her head tilting down in submission. Good. Maybe he’d overreacted, but he was damn sick and tired of hearing her call Chloe his girlfriend. “Yes, sir.”
Her quiet whisper was music to his ears. “C’mere.” He pulled her close to him, as close as the molded plastic seats would let him, and watched the streets roll by, content just to breathe her in.
Sarah stifled a laugh as Gabe settled warily into the “cockpit” of Mission Space. “C’mon, Gabe, it’s not that bad.”
He shot her a lethal look as he pulled down the harness. “You had to pick the Orange team, didn’t you?” The Orange version of the ride was a lot more energetic than the Green version.
She coughed into her hand. “Wuss.” He opened his mouth to reply when the whine of the ride started.
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“Navigator. Cool. Don’t forget to stop and ask for directions.”
He grumbled as the woman seated next to her laughed. “Yours too? My husband never stops for directions.”
Sarah turned to answer just as the shuttle “lifted”, the G-force pushing her back in her seat. After that, she was too busy punching buttons and laughing like a loon to answer anything. Even better were Gabe’s muttered curses as the ride shook and shimmied, dived and soared.
“We are heading to Hollywood Studios and riding Tower of Terror.” Gabe helped her out of the shuttle when the ride ended, a fierce grin on his face.
“Is that the dropping elevator ride?”
“Yup.” He pulled her through the store and out the door, looking like an eager kid.
Sarah, however, was not so eager. “Nuh-uh. No way.”
“Yes, way.”
“Try no way in hell, then.”
He laughed. “I got on Mission Space for you. You can get on Tower of Terror for me.”
She thought quickly. She was not doing a falling-anything ride. “I thought we were going to go shopping in World Showcase and have an early dinner. Maybe we could watch the fireworks?” She gave him her best hopeful grin.
He didn’t buy it. “I tell you what. I’ll make you a deal. We head over to World Showcase now, have an early dinner, do a little shopping and then head to Hollywood Studios. If the Tower of Terror has more than a twenty minute wait, you’re off the hook. But, twenty minutes or less, and we ride. Deal?”
She looked around. This time of year there weren’t as many guests in the park. They hadn’t gone for a ride other than Mission Space that had a
“Hey, I can shop. You hunt down your purchase, club it to death with a credit card and drag it out of the store, right?”
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She sputtered.
“See? Men can shop just fine.” He puffed up his chest, hoping to get her to laugh. “And I have special training as a Hunter, so I should be extra good at it.”
She was trying her damndest to hide her grin, but it wasn’t working. “Did Emma put you up to this?”
“I plead the fifth.”
“Aren’t we supposed to meet the others for dinner?”
“That might have been the plan at some point.”
“Gabe.”
He watched, smug satisfaction on his face as one of the shuttles pulled up, her hand curled firmly in his.
“Sarah. Will you go out with me today?”
She bit her lip to keep from laughing as he helped her onto the shuttle marked Epcot. “Gee, I don’t know. Maybe I should think about it.”
He sat next to her, his arm going around the back of the bench. “You do that.”
She giggled. “Didn’t we already agree to spend the day together?”
“Mm-hmm.”
She eyed him sideways, a spark of mischief in her eyes. “So, where’s your date?”
He growled. “How sore do you want your ass to be?” He put on his most dominant face, the one that never failed to make her lashes lower and her breathing speed up. “Don’t make me tell you again, Sarah.
Nothing. Happened. ”
After a brief hesitation her lashes lowered, her head tilting down in submission. Good. Maybe he’d overreacted, but he was damn sick and tired of hearing her call Chloe his girlfriend. “Yes, sir.”
Her quiet whisper was music to his ears. “C’mere.” He pulled her close to him, as close as the molded plastic seats would let him, and watched the streets roll by, content just to breathe her in.
Sarah stifled a laugh as Gabe settled warily into the “cockpit” of Mission Space. “C’mon, Gabe, it’s not that bad.”
He shot her a lethal look as he pulled down the harness. “You had to pick the Orange team, didn’t you?” The Orange version of the ride was a lot more energetic than the Green version.
She coughed into her hand. “Wuss.” He opened his mouth to reply when the whine of the ride started.
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“Navigator. Cool. Don’t forget to stop and ask for directions.”
He grumbled as the woman seated next to her laughed. “Yours too? My husband never stops for directions.”
Sarah turned to answer just as the shuttle “lifted”, the G-force pushing her back in her seat. After that, she was too busy punching buttons and laughing like a loon to answer anything. Even better were Gabe’s muttered curses as the ride shook and shimmied, dived and soared.
“We are heading to Hollywood Studios and riding Tower of Terror.” Gabe helped her out of the shuttle when the ride ended, a fierce grin on his face.
“Is that the dropping elevator ride?”
“Yup.” He pulled her through the store and out the door, looking like an eager kid.
Sarah, however, was not so eager. “Nuh-uh. No way.”
“Yes, way.”
“Try no way in hell, then.”
He laughed. “I got on Mission Space for you. You can get on Tower of Terror for me.”
She thought quickly. She was not doing a falling-anything ride. “I thought we were going to go shopping in World Showcase and have an early dinner. Maybe we could watch the fireworks?” She gave him her best hopeful grin.
He didn’t buy it. “I tell you what. I’ll make you a deal. We head over to World Showcase now, have an early dinner, do a little shopping and then head to Hollywood Studios. If the Tower of Terror has more than a twenty minute wait, you’re off the hook. But, twenty minutes or less, and we ride. Deal?”
She looked around. This time of year there weren’t as many guests in the park. They hadn’t gone for a ride other than Mission Space that had a
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