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“Nonsense. We’ll stop on the way,” he said, taking my hand and pulling me to the door.
I tried not to look too closely into why he was holding my hand. All I could think about was how warm and right it felt inside his. He had a strength that sent all the right kinds of butterflies swarming in my stomach.
This had to be the stupidest decision I ever made. Thankfully, it was Friday. That meant only two days before I returned to school.
Two days.
I could survive that.
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DASH
“That’s bullshit!”I snapped. “I’m not having someone else run my errands while I sit in the truck.”
“You’re injured!” Laura snapped. “I’m just getting popcorn.”
“And soft drinks. And anything else I might want.”
“Then make me a list.”
“Right here in the parking lot? It would be easier if I just went inside.”
She scowled at me, and I wasn’t feeling the love at the moment. “You don’t even have crutches. Brock, help me out here.”
He stared at his phone. “Not getting involved.”
She spun back to me, but I was already shoving the door open and getting out. Granted, I was feeling pretty good because I was pumped full of pain killers, but that would only last so long. And when they wore off, I knew I’d be feeling the pain from walking around so soon. But that time hadn’t come yet.
“You’re being stubborn!” she shouted as she ran to catch up to me.
“You’re damn right I am. No woman is going to run my errands for me. It’s not the way it’s supposed to work.”
“If I was injured, would you go grocery shopping for me?”
I spun to face her, a scowl on my face. “Of course, I would.”
“So, what’s the difference?”
“The difference is that I’m a man. It’s my job to take care of you.”
“And that would be true if we were a couple, but we’re not!”
A sharp pain stabbed me in the chest at her admission. I didn’t think it would hurt so bad for it to be pointed out, but hell, that was horrible.
“Well, you’re still not doing my shopping for me,” I said, continuing to the store.
Okay, my leg was throbbing and my gait was starting to show signs of my injury, but I could do my own fucking grocery shopping. I was about to grab the cart when she snatched it out of my hands, glaring at me.
“Fine, if you want to do the shopping, then you have to take the scooter.”
I glared at the scooter plugged into the wall, the one old people used to drive around in. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
“It’s either that or I stick you in the shopping cart. Take your pick.”
Glaring at her, I knew I wasn’t going to win this round. I marched over to the scooter and unplugged it, then sat my ass down. “Fine. You get the soda. I’ll get the snacks.”
“Fine,” she grinned, pushing the cart through the doors as I slowly backed up and made my way to the entrance. This fucking sucked. Going as fast as the scooter would allow, I made it to the popcorn section, then grabbed the closest box, but it had no butter. That wouldn’t do. My eyes scanned the shelf until I found it. Way the fuck up top. What? Were only able-bodied people allowed to eat the good stuff?