It wasn’t as bad as he’d imagined. The women were in playful moods, joking with him. A few had flirted outrageously with him and he knew he could have scored dates with them if he’d wanted to. The lines had mostly dissipated now, but customers still wandered by.

He glanced down at his watch. Only five more minutes … thank goodness. He looked back up and the man from the dunking booth was standing in front of his booth, grinning at him. Evan laughed. “Did you get dried off?”

“Yes, no thanks to you.” He chuckled and held out his hand. “Gary Browning.”

Evan shook his hand. “Evan Wilson. I’m pleased to meet you.”

Then Gary slapped six tickets down on the ledge of Evan’s booth and said, “I figure that’s good for either three of those little pecks you’ve been handing out, or one decent kiss … your choice.”

Evan’s mouth dropped open. Oh my God. He’s downright propositioning me. Evan had no trouble deciding which option to take. He kept his eyes on Gary’s baby blues as he picked up the tickets and carefully placed them in the collection bag. He looked down to peek at Gary’s mouth, then back up at the intense look growing in Gary’s eyes.

For the first time that afternoon, instead of leaning down from his height of six foot one to kiss one of the ladies, he stretched upwards a couple of inches and placed his lips on Gary’s … and held them there.

Then Evan moved his lips and Gary’s warm lips responded. They shared a soft kiss and a few nibbles before Evan backed away, never breaking eye contact. Gary grinned.

“Promising,” he said.