Page 41 of The Choices I've Made
Against my better judgment, I agreed to her foolhardy plan. I knew her well enough to know that she wouldn’t give up.
Running into the inn, I nodded a hello to Mr. Lovell, who was helping himself to lunch in the kitchen, and then I raced around, grabbing ice packs and pillows. After a few minutes, I had what I needed and headed back toward the car.
“Pretty sure Mr. Lovell thinks we’re going on a romantic date.”
“Pretty sure he doesn’t.”
I chuckled, handing her the paper bag filled with everything she’d requested plus a few things I’d added myself. “Here you go, Your Highness.”
“Thanks,” she replied flatly, immediately digging into the bag. “What is all this crap?”
“Pain reliever, a pillow, some snacks and drinks.”
“Good Lord, are we going on a vacation? Or running errands?”
“Just say thank you,” I replied, pulling out of the driveway, realizing I had no idea where I was headed.
“Thank you.”
“So, where are we going?” I asked.
She rummaged through the bag, getting herself situated with a granola bar and some water. A pillow I’d stolen from the sitting room went under her foot as she propped it on the dash.
“Terri’s,” she said simply. “I need produce.”
“Great,” I said under my breath, realizing the questions I’d have to answer after showing up at Terri’s with my ex.
“You’re the one who demanded you accompany me.”
“You’re the stubborn one who demanded to get all this shit done today.”
She huffed once more, turning her head toward the window.
Yeah, this was going to be all sorts of fun.
