“What’d she get this time?” Maybelline called.
The clerk at our register was scanning as she called out our purchases across the register lanes, “Curtains! Kitchen towels! Bath towels! Rods! A shower shelf! Oo! And a teal and purple spoon bowl scraper.” She looked at me. “Good choice, I got the purple first and came back for the teal. These things are great! They don’t even melt. You can use them making cakes and cookin’ scrambled eggs. You got two, you can do both at the same time.”
“Great,” I muttered.
“Sounds to me like someone’s settin’ up house,” Maybelline remarked loudly.
“Me too,” our clerk called back.
Tate’s hand came to my hip and slid around to my belly as he pushed the cart through to the end and then his mouth was at my ear.
“Uh…Lauren, you wanna tell me why –”
I twisted my head to look at him.
“Don’t,” I whispered.
He grinned down at me. “Babe.”
I looked at the clerk and asked, “What’s your name?”
“Wanda,” she answered.
“I’m Lauren.”
“Hey Lauren.” Her eyes slid to Tate then back to me. “You gonna be in lots?”
“No,” I answered.
“Probably,” Tate answered at the same time.
Wanda leaned toward me. “Sorry, girlfriend, but I’m gonna go with his answer, you know, just ‘cause it gives me hope. We girls, we need hope, even if we’re hopin’ for someone else.”
“By all means,” I invited and she smiled and looked at Tate.
“Next week, we’re havin’ a sale,” she informed him.
“I’ll put that in my calendar,” he replied on a grin.
“You do that,” she muttered and gave us our total.
I dug in my purse and came out with my wallet just in time to see Tate hand Wanda his credit card.
“I thought I’d –” I started, Tate’s eyes came to me and I pressed my lips together and shoved my wallet back in my purse.
“Good call,” Wanda whispered to me and swiped Tate’s credit card.
We’d left Wanda and Maybelline behind with fond (loud) farewells and were walking through the parking lot to the Explorer, Tate guiding the loaded cart with one hand, his other arm around my shoulders, my arm curled around his waist when Tate spoke.
“You wanna explain about Wanda?”
“No,” I replied.
“You know her?”
“Not exactly, except she gave me a mini-counseling session when I came here with Wendy.”
“Come again?”
“Doesn’t matter,” I murmured.
Luckily, Tate let that go.
“You wanna tell me why you know everyone every place we go?” he asked.
“No,” I answered.
“How long you been in Colorado?” he went on.
“Um…”
“Babe,” he muttered and I knew he was smiling.
“I’m nice,” I explained and he didn’t respond so I continued. “And to be nice you have to be friendly so even if someone you don’t know butts into your conversation and gives you advice, you stay friendly. Wanda’s kind of nosy and somewhat inappropriate but she means well. And anyway, I’m nice and I’m friendly and I don’t know how else to be.”
He stopped the cart and me at the back of the Explorer and looked down at me.
“We get home, maybe you can be friendly to me.”
I felt a twinge in three places.
Regardless, I informed him, “You have to install curtain rods when we get home.”
“Right, then after I install the curtain rods, we can close the curtains and then you can be friendly to me.”
“No,” I replied. “I’m making a Moist Factor Five Hundred cake, I’ll be busy.”
“A Moist Factor Five Hundred cake?”
“Shambala told me one of his secrets. I’ve been dying to test it out.”
“Ace, we got five pounds of lemon shit in the truck. Do we need a cake?”
“Everyone needs a cake and I haven’t had a kitchen for months, except when I was home and then I didn’t get to enjoy it because my Dad was in the hospital after having a serious heart attack.”
“You a good cook?”
I shrugged. “Passable.”
Tate stared at me.
“I’m a passable cook but I’m a hell on wheels baker,” I bragged truthfully.
“So you like bakin’,” he noted.
“Love it.”
“Miss it?” he asked.
I nodded.
He stared at me again. Then he cupped my jaw with his hand, tilted my head back, bent his head and touched his lips to mine.
“Then you can make your cake,” he whispered.
“Thanks,” I whispered back.
He grinned. “After that, you can be friendly to me.”
The twinges came back double strength, he let me go, beeped the locks and pulled up the back of the SUV. We loaded up our bags, Tate let me in the cab, returned the cart, came back, climbed behind the wheel and we went home.
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