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At least she was talking to someone about this.
“Get that just in case. We’ll cover our bases.”
They moved to the self-checkout. He was scanning things and setting them aside, then his eyes landed on the candy bars in front of him.
“Grab two of them.”
“Two of what?” she asked.
“Chocolate. You’ll want it.”
He thought.
Every woman he’d been with had cravings. Not always chocolate, but most times.
Even if she didn’t want it, he sure the hell did after this.
She snagged two bars, ran them over the scanner. Then he pulled his card out and tapped it, got their receipt and left.
“Thanks,” she said when they were in the car.
“Don’t thank me. If you need something, tell me. I’m not always going to know what you need or want. I’ve never been a thirteen-year-old girl.”
“That’s a good thing,” Bella said. “But I meant for the Keurig and the coffee. The other, I kind of figured it out when the nurse brought it up. I would have said something to you soon.”
He blew a breath out. “I’m still learning, Bella. We have to learn together.”
“I know, Colson. I think that was harder for you than it was me.”
“Shit yeah,” he said. “I was sweating. I thought you were going to ask my advice on which package to buy.”
She giggled. A sound she rarely had. “I wanted to. I just wanted to see what you’d do.”
He turned his head, squinted at her. “I would have pulled my phone out and tried to find the answer the same as you did prior.”
“Your face is red.”
“Yep, it is.”
Her smile dropped. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For being dumped on you.”
Fuck. That was the last thing he wanted.
They’d come so far.
“Hey,” he said. “What did I tell you?”
“That it’s not my fault and I wasn’t dumped.”
“That’s right. Don’t let that bullshit crowd your mind.”
“But you had to buy a house.”
“I was living like a bachelor because I was lazy,” he argued.
