It bothers me more than it should.
Chapter Eleven
—Harley—
“How many outfits do you need for two days. Jesus Christ, Harley,” Quinn complains as I grab two more shirts and toss them in the buggy.
“It’s your fault for bringing me to Walmart when they are having a clearance sale.” I shrug and move to the next rack, selecting a few more items. “I only need to get some bras and underwear. Oh, and I need some hair ties, mouthwash, a new toothbrush, deodorant. Some makeup would be nice…”
“You’re killing me.”
“I know,” I singsong and hold up a sexy red bra.
He shakes his head and then he surprises me when he hands me a blue one. “This would look good on you. Reminds me of your eyes.”
“Thanks, I think.”
“It’s a compliment.”
I nod unsure of what to say to him. “Ooh. Sunglasses.” I dart toward the display, eager to ease the awkward moment.
I’m busy combing the selection when Quinn taps me on the shoulder. “What do you think? Are they me?” He’s wearing a pair of banana yellow cat eye sunglasses and a farmer’s hat, that has an ugly green plastic visor on the brim.
I bust out laughing as he smiles. “Very sexy.”
His white teeth are exposed as he laughs.
“Try these.” I hand him a pair of aviator looking ones. “Much better. That hat though...” I shake my head.
We end up with a matching pair of camouflage boonie hats. Quinn says we need them for when we go fishing. I told him not to expect me to touch the bait.
He goes over the watches and I move along to look at travel bags.
There’s a tap on my shoulder again. I know it’s him. I can smell his cologne. “Quinn, I swear if you have another pair of stupid glasses,” I warn as I turn around.
I don’t see him until I look down and notice he is on his knees holding up a costume jewelry ring. One of those big gaudy ones.
“What are you doing?” I glance around hoping no one is watching us.
“Daisy, I saved for three months to be able to do this today.” His voice is all dramatic and southern sounding.
“Stoooppp.” I shove at his shoulder playfully and he grabs me, hooking his arms around my waist. His goatee rubs against my belly. “Sugar babe. Don’t deny me of your love. Tell me you’ll marry me.” He looks up at me with the goofiest look on his face. I think he is loving embarrassing me. Well I can dish it out too.
“Rufus, I can’t marry you. I am already promised to your cousin, Clifton.”
“Oh, honey, say yes,” a random woman says as she stops to watch the show.
I look from her to Quinn as he plays his part so well.
“Cliff’s been seeing that ho, Paula, from the post office. When he tells you he’s gone fishin’ he’s at her place at the trailer park.”
“Well when you put it so sweetly.” I hold my hand out and wiggle my fingers.
Quinn grins as the woman claps and congratulates us.
“You’re a big dick,” I tell him as he leads me away.
“You were great. The look on your face was priceless.” He laughs, and I shake my head.