Page 89 of Indescribable
My eyes bug out of my head. “Twenty minutes? In Target? Are you kidding me?”
He laughs. “How about this. We do this in twenty, compare our purchases in the truck, go grab some dinner, and then next weekend we can come back with no time limit.”
I hold up my pinky and he holds up his. It’s a promise. Sealed the deal with the pinky promise. Then I take off running. I have no idea why but twenty minutes seems like averyshort amount of time to purchase the items on the list.
I decide to go vintage with my purchases along with a sprinkling of what I know of him now.
Turns out, though, a walk down memory lane is a lot easier than I expected it to be.
Something to drink: Blue Gatorade with the sport top lid. It was his favorite when we were growing up. A six pack of his favorite local beer.
Something to eat: The Party Size bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos because he could tear into a bag and demolish the entire thing. And also a can of smoked almonds. He always has a can or two in his truck and in his house, I’ve noticed.
Something to play: When we were younger, we’d play a lot of blackjack so I grab a deck of Tennessee Volunteers cards and pick out a new soccer ball because I know Cody plays a lot of soccer so they can play together.
Something to wear: This one is a little tougher for me but I manage to find a vintage-y looking Mountain Dew t-shirt and a pair of flannel pants for when we’re lounging around watching TV together.
As I’m speed walking past the clothes, I see Brock coming toward me, pushing his buggy. He could not look any sexier than he does at this moment, pushing a Target buggy with a big smile on his face. Then he makes a quick turn down a different aisle and shouts, “No peeking!”
Something unnecessary: Oh, boy. I look in my buggy and I’m sure I’m well over my fifty-dollar limit but don’t care, either. Unnecessary? I can’t think. And I only have five minutes left. Rushing to the home goods area, I find a cute picture frame and a travel mug. Neither are too creative, but neither are necessary so I call it a win.
I run to the check-out and wince when I’m over but also do a little victory dance because I only went over by ten bucks. And, this is the most important part, I never once got distracted by shopping for myself. That’s an accomplishment if you ask me.
Brock has just finished checking out, too, and I can’t wait to see what he found.
“How’d you do?”
I grin. “I’m the best shopper ever. That was a blast.”
“Who knew shopping through Target would be so much fun.”
I point to myself. “Me. I knew.”
“I’ll go grab the truck and pull up so you don’t have to run through the rain.”
“Are you kidding? It’s all part of the experience, right?”
He raises his eyebrows. “It’s coming down pretty hard out there.”
I shrug. “I don’t mind. Unless you wantmeto go get the truck. Are you afraid of getting wet?”
With a burst, he darts out the door and I’m left to follow behind. When I get to the truck, he’s waiting next to the passenger door for me. But he doesn’t open the door, he kisses me. Rough and hard and wet with rain pouring down on us in the Target parking lot until we’re completely breathless. The lights in the parking lot shine above us and when I look up into Brock’s gorgeous face, what I see makes my heart gallop in my chest.
The way he looks at me with so much affection and love in his eyes fixes all the parts in me that Wyatt broke when he made me feel unwanted and not enough. With one last quick kiss, Brock opens the door and I pile in, now completely soaked.
He’s laughing by the time he joins me, cranks the engine and blasts the heat, turning on our heated seats and the dome light so we can see.
“Holy shit, it’s pouring.”
“Ya don’t say?” I wring my hair out onto the floor mats.
He reaches into the back seat and grabs a blanket, handing it to me to wrap around myself. “Regret me not bringing the truck around?”
“Nope. Okay. Let’s show each other our stuff.”
“Anxious?”
“Clearly. How does this part work? Do we show each other our things at the same time?”