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As in, ever.
And definitely not just because I’m having more fun than I’ve had in years, but the company is pretty spectacular as well.
I had nervous butterflies all day long, but not because I was going to be spending time with Brock. I knew we’d have fun, no matter what we did tonight. I was nervous because I’m hoping the night doesn’t end when the date is finished.
Maybe I’m trying to rush things or move too quickly considering I’ve only been divorced about two months, but in my heart, I’ve been divorced much longer than that.
I’ve laughed more than I have in ages, and felt more at ease, too. All those nerves I was feeling earlier were for nothing. It doesn’t matter that it started raining seconds after we got into his truck from eating the most delicious cupcakes in the country. Yeah, I said what I said, they have to be the best in theentirecountry.
“What’s next?” Brock asks, handing me the chatterbox.
I’m curious what animal he’s going to have me spell for him after I gave him hippopotamus last time.
“Okay, what’s my animal?”
He smirks and says, “Kooikerhondje.”
I sputter. “What the world is that?”
“A kind of dog.”
“How do you know that word?”
“I pulled a Cody and googled long animal names.”
I look at him incredulously. “You didn’t. That’s cheating!”
“Oh, yes, I did. And all’s fair in love and war, sweetheart. Go ahead. Spell it.”
“I don’t even know what it is!”
“I just told you. It’s a dog breed.”
He grins like he’s just won an award. An award for using a strange name for me to spell out. There’s no possible way for me to spell this correctly so I just start saying letters. “K-O-I-K-E-R-D-O-N-D-I-E-G. There. I did it.”
“Not even close but I’ll let it slide.”
“Thanks for your kindness.”
“You’re welcome.”
When I get to the flap, I open it up and suck in a breath. “Are you serious?”
“What’s it say?”
“Target! We’re going toTarget?” I jump – completely clumsily but still jump – onto my knees and give him a hug and big smack on the cheek.
“I was hoping you’d get that one. It’s a two-parter.” He reaches into the box and pulls out another envelope, this one a little larger. He hands it to me and I open it up, seeing cash inside along with two pieces of paper.
“What’s this?”
“Read it.”
“Something to drink, something to eat, something to play, something to wear, something unnecessary. I don’t get it,” I admit.
“We’re going to Target and we each have fifty bucks. We have to separate inside and use the money to buy something related to every item on this list for the other person. We’ll meet back up here in the truck and give each other our loot.”
“Our loot?” I ask, completely amused by this next adventure.