Eight
It was probably a dirty tactic, but Lindsay didn’t care. She withheld the gifts she’d brought home for Noah—both the ones she’d picked up and the ones Henry had bought for her son—to bribe her anti-shopping boy into being on his best behavior while they braved the crowds of Labor Day bargain hunters to find the best deals on what supplies and clothes her parents hadn’t already bought him. She’d arrived at their Indianola house bright and early this morning to discover that they had already purchased damned near a new wardrobe for Noah as well as his football gear. She had been simultaneously annoyed and grateful, and promised she’d find a way to pay them back. Her father had told her they’d only accept repayment if it came from Max.
“You can’t keep trying to do this all on your own
