The Lost Fisherman (Fisherman #2)(17)

“You can just put your stuff in my cart.”

“Or you can get the stuff on your list and I can get the stuff on my list, and we can meet back here when we’re done.”

“What’s the rush? I don’t have to work. You don’t have to work. We might as well walk the aisles and let the end displays tell us what we didn’t know we needed,” said the guy who dragged me in and out of an apparel store in record time when I needed boots and a hard hat.

Surrendering to the fact that I’d be making a second trip that day to get my tampons, I slid my basket back into the stack and followed Fisher’s lead.

“So what are you getting?” I asked.

“What are you getting? Show me your list and I’ll show you mine.”

I rolled my eyes, despite my grin and complete feeling of bliss. “My list is in my head.”

“Mine too.”

I giggled as we strolled through the electronics aisles. “Then how are you going to ‘show’ me your list?”

“I assumed you could read my mind. You know … since you guessed my favorite drink.”

“I didn’t guess.” I playfully nudged his good arm as we crossed over into the cards and party stuff.

“Did you get lots of birthday parties when you were a kid?” He grabbed a big party hat from a tall stack and set it on my head.

I kept walking down the aisle with the hat on my head. “I got lots of parties since I was an only child, until Rory went to prison. Mostly Disney princess parties. What about you?” I snagged a funny pair of glasses that had a big nose and mustache attached to them. Then I slipped it onto Fisher’s face.

“Oh yes. My parents have always celebrated everything. And I have a huge family, so even things that weren’t a big deal seemed like one because fifty gazillion people were there, and that was literally ‘close family.’ You were at the hospital. Tell me the waiting room wasn’t filled to capacity with my family.”

I laughed as we continued to stroll, garnering funny looks from other shoppers since I still had on the hat and he wore the glasses. “Point made.”

“Do you use an alarm clock?” Fisher picked up a retro looking alarm clock, the kind with an actual bell.

“I use my phone. Does anyone use an alarm clock?”

He pointed to the clock in his hands. “Someone does.”

“Fake plants or real plants?” I buried my nose in a fake bouquet of decorative flowers.

“Real.”

“Agreed.” I nodded.

“Halloween. Best holiday ever or most annoying holiday ever?” Fisher asked when we crossed a main aisle to the seasonal displays. Lots of Halloween stuff.

“I’m inclined to say best.”

He wrinkled his nose at my answer.

I turned to face him, holding onto the cart while walking backward. “And before you unfairly judge me, you have to know that after Rory went to prison, I didn’t get to go to parties because my grandparents said Halloween was Satan’s holiday, so my dad caved to their nonsense and didn’t let me go. Then he died and I didn’t have a prayer of ever going to anything fun like a costume party. So imagine my excitement when my roommates wanted to have a Halloween party my first year of nursing school.”

He grinned, matching mine. “Let me guess, you dressed up as a naughty nurse.”

“Pfft …” I shook my head.

I totally dressed up as a naughty nurse. I also had sex with Batman that night. Good sex. Two beers, lowered inhibitions, and false confidence sex.

Naughty nurse ended up dating Batman for eight weeks.

Fisher eyed me through his funny glasses. “Then what was your costume?”

“Um …” I glanced around as if I’d see something and use it.

“You were a naughty nurse.”

“I wasn’t!” I giggled.

“Liar.”

I turned forward again, still giggling. He knew. And I could no longer hide it.

We spent an hour in Target. There was a lot one could learn about a person by spending an hour with them in Target, such as neither one of us cared that people were looking at us in our hat and glasses.

Fisher was a huge Star Wars fan.

I owned over thirty Barbies by the time I was ten.

We both loved big mirrors.

Fisher had never played pickle ball.

And I was a sucker for bookends in the shape of animals. Specifically elephants.

“Your list … what did you need?” he asked as we approached the pharmacy area.

I sighed, no longer feeling like I wanted to hide my list and come back later. “I need deodorant and tampons. What do you need?” I quickly countered before he had a chance to react to the tampons.

“Mouthwash and condoms.”

Gulp …

He steered the cart toward the tampons first.

Figures.

“Applicator? No applicator? Regular? Super? These are made with organic cotton in case your vagina is eco-conscious.”

And there it came … that blush only Fisher could bring out of me so quickly. I snagged the box I needed and tossed it into the cart.

“So your vagina is eco-conscious.” He grinned. “Noted.”

Oh my gosh … what exactly is he “noting” and why?