Caleb makes a quick lane change and pulls into the parking lot of Clark’s Market.
“I can just run in really quick if you want to stay in the car.”
“Like I’m really going to make you go in alone.” He opens his car door and climbs out before I can even protest.
I scramble after him, catching up as he passes my side of the car. Normally, I would hold his hand or cuddle in close to stay warm, but nothing about our relationship is normal. So I keep my hands to myself.
“So what are we buying?” he asks as we enter the store.
I point to the pharmacy side. “NyQuil and decongestant with an antihistamine.”
“There goes your night.”
“What do you mean?”
“Sounds like Justin is trying to knock himself out with drugs. So much for watching a movie together.”
“Yeah, I forgot about that.” I trail my fingers along the shelf full of cold and sinus medications. “We’ll have to do it another time.”
“Or I could watch a movie with you.”
His offer sends a thrill—that definitely shouldn’t be there—swirling through my stomach. “Yeah, sure. That would be fun.”
He turns his head to the pharmacy counter. “Hey, look at that.”
“It’s a cash register.” I look at him like he’s crazy. “Are you suggesting we rob the place?”
“No.” He walks over to the microphone sitting on the counter and wiggles it. “I dare you to talk into it.”
“Is this how you want to be repaid for standing in for Justin with my family?”
“No.” The corner of his mouth curls upward. “This isn’t my thing. This is just a dare.”
“A dare?”
“That’s right.”
I look over my shoulder for a sixteen-year-old employee who might catch me, but the aisles are clear.
“Unless you’re too scared to talk into it.”
“I’m not scared. I told you I don’t get embarrassed.”
“Prove it.” Behind his expression is the perfect amount of challenge and flirtatiousness.
I grab the microphone, leaning down to speak into it, changing the tone of my voice to sound more official. “Attention, customers. Would Caleb Davidson come to the pharmacy?” He lifts his brows at me in response. “I repeat: Caleb Davidson to the pharmacy. Your Viagra is ready.”
The look on his face kills me.
He tears the microphone from my hand so fast I can barely stand from how hard I’m laughing. His lips go to the tip. “That wasvitaminsfor Caleb Davidson, notViagra. Vitamins, folks. But Summer Stanworth, your hemorrhoid cream is ready.”
Now, it’s my turn to reach for the speaker. Caleb lifts his arm, holding the speaker up so it’s out of my grasp. I still go after it, and he spins his body with me following. He twists more, and our bodies get tangled up in the microphone cord as we fight to control it.
“Fine! You win.” I take a step back but can’t go anywhere. The cord is wrapped around my waist several times, holding me close to Caleb. I peer up at him—not the best idea if you’re trying not to make things feel intimate. Eye contact intensifies everything.
His lips pull into a smirk as his ocean eyes stare down at me. “We’re stuck.”
“It looks like it.” My heartbeats go from regular to erratic, but I don’t pull away. I just keep staring into his beautiful eyes like it’s my job to be this close to him.
