"We'll take you on some other stuff first. Once all that adrenaline's pumping through your system you'll be gearing up to get on that ride."
Dominic snorted at his mate's words. "No amount of adrenaline will have me feeling suicidal."
In truth, he wasn't keen on going on any of the rides. He hadn't even wanted to come, but she had insisted he would love it and she had been so excited that it was kind of contagious. Others from the pack had been easily infected and before long Dominic found himself being pulled into the backseat of his Toyota to sit with his mate as she led him to his death, it seemed.
He curled his arm around her and kept her close as they walked through the crowds, passed tents, stalls, and sideshows. The tantalizing smells of cotton candy, popcorn, fries, hotdogs, burgers, onions, and donuts drifted through the night air, making him feel suddenly hungry.
