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“It was pretty awesome. Needless to say, she never asked to sit on Santa’s lapagain.”

“I bet,” he says, smiling atme.

We watch the line for a few more minutes before Andy turns to me. “I have an idea before we headout.”

“Okay?”

He tugs on my hand as we head down the escalator, past the Santa and flustered parents waiting in line with their impatient children. We share a knowing smile but continue walking until he comes to the store he was apparently lookingfor.

“What are we doinghere?”

“Trust me,” he says, a twinkle in hiseye.

“Good afternoon,” the sales lady welcomes us into their tiny little nook in the corner of the mall. “Is there something I can help you twofind?”

I start to shake my head, but Andy squeezes my hand. “Kind of wore the old mattress out so we’re needing a newone.”

My eyes widen as his suggestive tone, combined with the waggle of his eyebrows to the poor saleslady who can’t take her eyes offhim.

Not that I blameher.

We walk around the small store for a few minutes before he flops down on a mattress, flipping and flopping around like a fish out ofwater.

“Hear that babe? No squeaks! The kids won’t hear athing!”

I.

Could.

Die.

Of.

Embarrassment.

I groan, dropping my head into myhands.

“Mm hmm. Ihear.”

“Come on! Test it out with me,” he says, grinning ear to ear and crawling over the mattress on his hands and knees to get to me before reaching out and pulling me down on the bed withhim.

I lie there, my body bouncing around while he continues his test run of thebed.

I risk a glance at the saleslady, who’s stiflinglaughter.

There are a few other customers in the store, the men laughing, the women staring atAndy.

Thedork.

When he’s satisfied with his fun, he rolls off the bed, me doubling over in laughter, needing his help to get off thebed.

“Fun,right?”

I roll myeyes.

“Right.”

“Oh, admit it, I make for a good shopping date,” heteases.

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