Page 39 of Hurry Up And Wait
“Yes, mother.”
She sighed at that. “If only I was your mother. I’d have you scrubbing the floors as well. As it is, we have more important things to do today.”
“Like what?” I asked, brushing a handful of hair behind my ear.
“Like getting a new lamp, for starters. And we should probably get some more groceries since candy will not hold us over for long.”
“I suppose I could drag my ass off the floor for that.”
“And since Shawn ripped up the divorce papers, you’ll have to contact your lawyer.”
I groaned, not wanting to think about that after the amazing night I had. “Let’s forget about that for today.”
“Fine,” she rolled her eyes, “but we need groceries and we still have to unpack.”
I hated the idea of unpacking. It was so much work, and getting groceries was …not exactly fun, but at least I got to choose foods I liked. “I’ll do the grocery shopping.”
She rolled her eyes at me. “Fine. I’ll start unpacking.”
Grinning at her, I did my best to walk upstairs with the blanket still wrapped around me. I nearly fell four times, and by the time I made it upstairs, I was thoroughly annoyed at the prospect of going grocery shopping. Still, I got showered and let my hair hang down my back in wet strands. After dressing, I mumbled a halfhearted goodbye and headed for the store.
But once I got there, I found myself equally annoyed by the protest going on just outside its doors. “Who protests at a grocery store?”
I shoved the door open and walked to the growing mob, holding up signs that relayed their anger over…I cocked my head at the sign, sure I was seeing this wrong. “Seriously?”
“As a heart attack,” a man said, coming up to me with a sign. “Do you want one?”
“To protest the unfair treatment of shelf space for…Funyuns?”
He looked at me like I was strange. “Theyarethe most delicious snack ever.”
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never actually had one.”
A flash of horror crossed his face, quickly followed by a grin so wide it rivaled the intensity of the sun. “Then allow me to introduce you to the delicious treat.” He pulled a snack pack out of a satchel slung around his shoulder and handed it over. “Once you try it, you’ll never go back to those boring flavors.”
It was a little strange taking food from this man, but it was sealed and he seemed desperate to prove that Funyuns were the best. So, I opened the package and popped one in my mouth. At first, it was a little strange. Who ate onions as a snack? But the longer I chewed it, the more I could see his point. “It’s unique, flavorful, and…surprising.”
“See?” he grinned. “I knew I’d get you!”
“Yeah, it’s good.”
“So, you want to join the picket line?”
“Unfortunately, I have to get groceries.”
“Yeah, that’s what everyone says,” he frowned. “But what if I helped you with your grocery shopping? Would that entice you?”
“Are you going to force me to get Funyuns?”
“Well, it would be pretty weird if you didn’t,” he snorted. “I’m Fox.”
“Isla.”
His eyes widened and he yanked me closer. “Isla…Red hair. Green eyes. You’re Kavanaugh’s girl!”
What, did everyone know me as Kavanaugh’s girl? We’d only slept together last night. How did word spread so fast? “And you are?”
“Fox!” he grinned, slapping his chest with both hands. “Don’t tell me he didn’t tell you about me. Of course, he didn’t. He was too busy thinking about you. I can see why.”