True Love Waits novel Chapter 625

Blair knew all about Megan. Some tidbits she heard from others. Some from Colleen. She even told her things that nobody else knew about.

"I never thought about it before." Wesley paused. "Maybe till she can find someone to take care of her."

That was the same thing he said to her. Blair rolled her eyes. "Officer Li, you're such a noble, decent, warm-hearted, selfless, wonderful man!" She used all the words she could think of at that moment. She was being sardonic, of course. Blair didn't buy into the "captain save-a-hoe" story. Wesley didn't say anything.

Blair knew he wouldn't.

She sighed and asked, "Are you sleepy?"

"No." He didn't understand why he would be tired. It was still morning. They had just gotten up.

Blair leaned back in her seat and was going to doze off. "I am. I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up if you start to get sleepy."

"Why would I do that?"

With her eyes closed, Blair answered feebly, "I'll talk to you so you can stay awake."

"Just go to sleep. Wake you up when we get there." Wesley thought she slept too much as it was. Of course, he didn't need much sleep anyway.

"Okay." She yawned, used the lever to ease the seat back until she felt comfortable, and then drifted off.

When they arrived, Wesley woke her after he parked the car. "Do you need more Zzzs? We can go in later," he asked as he looked at her droopy eyes.

"No, I'm good. Let's not waste any time." To prove that she was already totally awake, Blair unbuckled her seat belt quickly and jumped out of the car. Or at least, she tried, and then she remembered how high up his vehicle was, and stepped onto the running board, and then down. Then she closed the door.

A long line had formed in front of the ticket office. "Wait here. I'll get the tickets," she said.

Wesley stopped her, thinking that a man should be taking care of this kind of thing. "I'll go. Just wait for me by the entrance." He gestured in that direction to make his point.

Blair agreed and went to wait by the entrance.

Soldiers were able to gain early access at the ticket office. But Wesley lined up just like everyone else.

At the entrance there were security scanners and staff inspecting visitors' bags.

When it was Blair's turn to go through the security check, she noticed a man would be inspecting her bag. She remembered she left two tampons in there. She didn't check her bag when she left her apartment this morning.

She looked inside. There they were. She had forgotten to take them out. It would be pretty embarrassing if they found them—or worse, take them out to inspect them.

Just when she was considering putting them in her pocket, the man rudely snatched her bag away.

He was going to root through it when Wesley took the bag from him and handed it to a female worker. "This way,"

he said to Blair.

"Oh, okay." Blair walked quickly over to where he indicated. The woman went through her stuff. When she was certain there was nothing dangerous there, she let them through.

After the staff scanned their tickets, Wesley asked Blair, "Do many fairs have checkpoints like this?"

Blair thought about it and replied, "I think it's only Happy Valley."

Wesley frowned. He could understand the scanner and the security (you didn't want a bomb being brought in, for example), but going through people's belongings was not cool.