Nelly moved fast, stepping in front of Carrie to protect her. But before she could even blink, someone else was beside her—a solid wall of a man. She knew that scent. The next thing she knew, strong arms had pulled her close, guiding her quickly across the street.
“Brody, what are you doing?” she snapped as soon as they made it to the other side. She pushed him away, glaring. In the dim light, Brody’s features looked even sharper than usual.
“It was crowded. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”
“I’m not Sheila, you know. I don’t need you pretending to care.” The nicer he tried to sound, the more annoyed she felt. What was he trying to prove? Was this some act to look like a caring partner?
“Nelly, do you really think that little of me?” Brody’s voice was tight. Her words had clearly stung.
Before things could get any more heated, Carrie suddenly squealed, “Wow, are those river lamps? They’re so pretty!” Without waiting for a reply, she dashed ahead, completely ignoring the tension behind her.
“Carrie! Slow down!” Nelly called, hurrying after her through the crowd, worried her daughter might trip.
Vendors lined the edge of the lake, their tables covered with all kinds of floating lamps—tiny boats, little ducks, lotus flowers in every color. Each one looked more beautiful than the last.
Carrie spent ages picking through them before finally settling on a pink flower-shaped lamp.
“How much is this one?” Nelly asked.
“Thirty,” the vendor replied.
Just as Nelly reached for her wallet, Brody stepped forward. “I’ll pay for it.” He glanced at the display and added, “Actually, we’ll take twenty.”
The vendor’s jaw dropped. “You want twenty? Are you sure?”
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