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Authors: Crystal Bowling
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because you know whatever I choose will be superior to whatever dumb knick-knack you find?”
“Nice to see that you’re keeping your ego in check there, Callahan.”
3. Cannot be vulgar. Ms. Callahan is keeping a log over who gives what gift and I will not have my name next to a gift basket full of edible underwear and glow-in-the-dark body paints.
“Like I’m really going to buy sex toys for my baby sister.”
“You bought me a book on Karma Sutra and gave it to me in front of my mother.”
“Yeah, but that was funny. Do you still have that book?”
“No, I gave it to Annie. She said that she and Mr. Connelly had a grand time using it.”
“Gross.”
“Welcome to my world.”
4. Has to have at least some sentimental value, i.e. cannot be ‘his and her’ bath towels.
Riley grabs the paper from my hand and shoves it in his pants pocket before we continue down the aisle of home décor. I stop and throw four yellow placemats in the cart.
“What the hell are those?”
“Placemats.” He has seen placemats before, right?
“I didn’t agree to get those for Carla.” He goes to pull the paper back out of his pocket, but I put my hand on his to stop him.
“They’re not for Carla and Evan. They’re for your kitchen table.” And my hand is still on Riley’s.
He squints his eyes while trying to remember whether or not he has placemats. “I thought I already had placemats.”
“Expired Pizza Hut coupons are not placemats.” I remind him as I quickly remove my hand from his. Huh, that was different.
“But these are yellow. And the walls are going to be yellow. What else? Are you going to kill, stuff, and mount Big Bird’s head to the wall too?”
“You never know with me.” I fight the smile playing on my lips. I still haven’t told him that I chose red paint instead.
Wow, that makes two things I’m keeping from Riley. Of course, the paint is a good surprise, his mom kissing some guy is a travesty. At least it will be in Riley’s opinion. Even if his mom is happier than she’s been in two years, which she totally seems to be.
Riley continues down the main aisle while I veer to the right and head toward bedding.
The problem with me shopping for other people is that I find stuff that I want for myself.
Plus, I need new sheets.
“Hey Reynolds, what about this?” I hear Riley’s voice from a few aisles over. If he’s holding another painting of a vase full of flowers, I’m going to beat him over the head with it, I swear to God.
I put the sheets back and follow Riley’s voice. Oddly enough, he’s made his way to the jewelry department. I can’t help but raise an eyebrow at him. Surely he doesn’t want to buy Evan a tennis bracelet?
“What are you looking. . . ooh, I love that horseshoe charm.” I point at the silver pendant in the jewelry carousel Riley is slowly turning around absentmindedly.
Fine, so I’m distracted by shiny objects. That shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone.
“You and horseshoes.” He mutters under his breath.
I elbow him lightly, “Hey, I need all the luck I can get.” I look around the department, trying to see what has led Riley here, but I’m coming up short. “No offense, Callahan, but I don’t see Evan really wearing jewelry. . . especially when it’s given to him by another man.”
He narrows his eyes at me jokingly, “I was thinking about getting something engraved.”
“Like a heart locket?”
“Can I help you find anything?” The pretty blonde employee asks, flipping her hair behind her shoulder. I don’t miss
“Nice to see that you’re keeping your ego in check there, Callahan.”
3. Cannot be vulgar. Ms. Callahan is keeping a log over who gives what gift and I will not have my name next to a gift basket full of edible underwear and glow-in-the-dark body paints.
“Like I’m really going to buy sex toys for my baby sister.”
“You bought me a book on Karma Sutra and gave it to me in front of my mother.”
“Yeah, but that was funny. Do you still have that book?”
“No, I gave it to Annie. She said that she and Mr. Connelly had a grand time using it.”
“Gross.”
“Welcome to my world.”
4. Has to have at least some sentimental value, i.e. cannot be ‘his and her’ bath towels.
Riley grabs the paper from my hand and shoves it in his pants pocket before we continue down the aisle of home décor. I stop and throw four yellow placemats in the cart.
“What the hell are those?”
“Placemats.” He has seen placemats before, right?
“I didn’t agree to get those for Carla.” He goes to pull the paper back out of his pocket, but I put my hand on his to stop him.
“They’re not for Carla and Evan. They’re for your kitchen table.” And my hand is still on Riley’s.
He squints his eyes while trying to remember whether or not he has placemats. “I thought I already had placemats.”
“Expired Pizza Hut coupons are not placemats.” I remind him as I quickly remove my hand from his. Huh, that was different.
“But these are yellow. And the walls are going to be yellow. What else? Are you going to kill, stuff, and mount Big Bird’s head to the wall too?”
“You never know with me.” I fight the smile playing on my lips. I still haven’t told him that I chose red paint instead.
Wow, that makes two things I’m keeping from Riley. Of course, the paint is a good surprise, his mom kissing some guy is a travesty. At least it will be in Riley’s opinion. Even if his mom is happier than she’s been in two years, which she totally seems to be.
Riley continues down the main aisle while I veer to the right and head toward bedding.
The problem with me shopping for other people is that I find stuff that I want for myself.
Plus, I need new sheets.
“Hey Reynolds, what about this?” I hear Riley’s voice from a few aisles over. If he’s holding another painting of a vase full of flowers, I’m going to beat him over the head with it, I swear to God.
I put the sheets back and follow Riley’s voice. Oddly enough, he’s made his way to the jewelry department. I can’t help but raise an eyebrow at him. Surely he doesn’t want to buy Evan a tennis bracelet?
“What are you looking. . . ooh, I love that horseshoe charm.” I point at the silver pendant in the jewelry carousel Riley is slowly turning around absentmindedly.
Fine, so I’m distracted by shiny objects. That shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone.
“You and horseshoes.” He mutters under his breath.
I elbow him lightly, “Hey, I need all the luck I can get.” I look around the department, trying to see what has led Riley here, but I’m coming up short. “No offense, Callahan, but I don’t see Evan really wearing jewelry. . . especially when it’s given to him by another man.”
He narrows his eyes at me jokingly, “I was thinking about getting something engraved.”
“Like a heart locket?”
“Can I help you find anything?” The pretty blonde employee asks, flipping her hair behind her shoulder. I don’t miss
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