Page 15 of Hurry Up And Wait
“As far as I know, none of my friends rescue women from boredom,” Kavanaugh grinned.
“Ah, don’t forget about Thumper.”
“Yeah, but Bree wasn’t bored. She was trying to be bored, which is a totally different thing,” Kavanaugh retorted.
“May I remind you that I was there,” FNG said. “Trust me, there was definitely a finite amount of boredom there.”
“Finite? Did you bring your dictionary with you to the grocery store?”
“No, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know big words.”
“Then you would know that finite means a limited amount, asshole.”
“Okay, so she had a limited amount of boredom,” FNG argued.
“That’s not a thing,” Kavanaugh argued.
I shifted from one foot to the other as I glanced at Riley. This was slightly strange. I didn’t remember Kavanaugh ever arguing over something as silly as a word before, but times change. Who was I to determine what was strange after all these years?
“It doesn’t matter!” Kavanaugh snapped. “The point is, this is a stupid thing to argue about.”
“Yeah, just like you thought it was stupid to get melons,” FNG muttered under his breath. “Like the apples that I see you didn’t get.”
Kavanaugh turned to us with a tight smile. “So…this is FNG.”
I chuckled, unable to hold back. “I can see that.”
He pulled out his phone and handed it over. “Put your number in. We’ll get dinner.” Then he eyed the cart. “Unless you’re filled up on Jujyfruits.”
“I think we’ll have room for dinner,” I laughed, entering my details. “But I’ll see you before then.”
“Yeah?”
“Well, we still have to unload our things. Having a few strong men around to help wouldn’t be turned down.”
“I’ll see what I can do. Let me drop this asshole off?—”
“I’ll drop you off,” FNG muttered. “I have the truck, but whatever.”
“Send me your address,” he called out, sending me a quick message as FNG pulled him away, arguing with him again about the stability of the umbrellas.
With a smile on my face, I turned to Riley and smirked. “Didn’t I tell you it would all work out?”
“I can’t believe it worked!”Riley grinned as we rushed inside, each of us plopping our shopping bags on the counter.
“I told you it would work.”
She stopped and spun on me, gripping my arm. “Did you see him?”
“Of course, I saw him. I have eyes.”
“No, but…did youseehim? I mean, did you really think our Kavanaugh would look so?—”
“Hot? Amazingly beautiful? Sexy as all get out?” I sighed as I let my mind drift to the man in the grocery store. “It’s still hard to believe that’s him. I really didn’t think when we came to this town that I would face down a hunk like him.”
She started unpacking the groceries, setting them sloppily on the counter and sending them sliding to the floor. “Okay, first, you can’t call him a hunk. We’re not in the nineties anymore. Second, what are you going to do?”
Another box of candy hit the floor and I bent over to pick it up, putting it on the counter just as she unpacked three more and they slid off the other boxes stacked haphazardly on the counter.