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I snapped my fingers. “Believe it or not, we do.”
I walked over and held up two pairs. “You have your choice: lobsters or the Rhode Island state logo over the crotch.”
Sig scratched his chin. “How does one choose?”
“You’re right.” I laughed. “We’ll take them both.”
“You spoil me, Abby.” He looked around. “This place is sort of magical. I hope you can get it up and running again.”
“What am I gonna do with all this overstock if not, right?”
“I’m sure the market for State of Rhode Island-crotch boxer shorts is hotter than you think.” Sig wandered over to a stand. “This is saltwater taffy?”
“Yeah.” I laughed. “Are you a taffy guy?”
“No, but I’d like to buy some for Leo, if you don’t mind. He grew a taste for it when we spent the summer here. It’s sort of a running joke. He can’t find it very easily back home.” He grabbed a stack of four boxes.
“You didn’t even bring a suitcase. You’re gonna have to get something just to trek all of that taffy back home.”
He lifted a tote bag off the rack. “I suppose thisRhode Island Sluttote bag will do?”
“Go for it!” I cackled. “You know, I would’ve loved to meet you and Leo when you spent that wild summer here.” I paused to calculate. “Although I was probably in middle school then.”
“Ouch.”
“Not sure I could’ve gotten in on the fun.” I chuckled.
“You wouldn’t have liked me at all.”
“I barely like you now,” I teased. “Actually, you’re right. I might not have gotten along with Mr. Threesome.”
He rolled his eyes. “Here we go again, bringing up the Marias.”
“I wonder whatever became of them. Hopefully they didn’t marry the same man and kill each other. What were their last names? I’ll look them up.” I laughed.
“I have no idea.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course you don’t.”
I could hear the waves through the shop windows. I paused and closed my eyes for a moment. “Listen to that. I love that sound. I forgot how happy it makes me to be here, especially this store.”
He looked around. “It suits you—whimsical and a little corny. Butveryfucking adorable.”
***
We got to the house, and Sig changed into his Rhode Island sweatpants and T-shirt. Everything fit him like a glove, and I was digging it—especially the snug sweatpants, which left little to the imagination below the belt.
I put on a tank top and some soft leggings; I still had a good amount of clothes here. We walked out to the back deck, which overlooked the water. While the store was right near the ocean, our house overlooked a small inlet.
It was late, but I wanted to show Sig the view from our backyard.
“Beautiful,” he said as we looked out toward the water.
“Thank you. I was hoping you’d like it here.”
“I was referring to you, love, not the water. You’ve had one hell of a day, yet you still managed to make me smile, make your father smile.”
“I try…”
