“What store are you going to?” he asked.
Nat wandered in and put his empty coffee mug in the sink.
“I was hoping to go to Costco. They have car service guys hanging around outside. I can grab one of those.” She pushed up from her chair.
“Let’s see,” Nat said, snatching the list.
“Hey! Gimme that,” she said reaching for it.
He fended her off with a straight arm to the collarbone while he read.
“You can’t handle all this stuff by yourself.”
“Yes, I can. Crap, I’m the catcher for a pro softball team. I can handle anything.” Except maybe you sleeping with Lucy.
“Come on. I’ll take you. My car is right outside.” He removed his hand and returned the paper. She rubbed her skin. “Did I hurt you?” He stepped closer examining her rosy flesh.
That’s close enough.
“No way. I’m fine. Let’s go
