Rumors: Angela & Tyler by Rachael Brownell

Author:Rachael Brownell [Brownell, Rachael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-05-30T18:30:00+00:00

Does it really matter what color our bedsheets are?

Do we actually need two sets?

And what is a dust ruffle anyway? I don't think I own one now, but according to Ang, we need one.

So we register for it.

Along with two sets of sheets, the matching comforters, and pillowcases.

Don't forget curtains. Those apparently have to match too.

Not that anyone will ever see our room. When I point that out to Ang, I open Pandora's Box. Now we have to register for another set of everything because we forgot to think about the guest bedroom.

An hour into the excursion, and that's putting it nicely, we've moved from bedding to the bathroom. I'm pretty sure we don't need this many towels in this many sizes, but I scan them anyway and keep my mouth shut. I also make sure to scan the matching rug and toilet cover. One set for each bathroom.

I swear, if we get even half of what I scanned tonight, we're going to need another house. Most of this shit we already have, or at least we have what we need. Some things we have two of since moving in together. New things are shiny and bright, though, so I keep scanning and following Ang around the store.

"What about these?" Ang asks, holding up a kitchen towel the color of poop.

Sadly, they match the color of the backsplash in the kitchen. It has something like seven shades of brown in a geometric pattern. All of which I'll now refer to as shades of poop in my head.

I should probably get new backsplash soon. I'll never look at it the same again.

"They'll match the backsplash," I say, looking away because I really want to laugh and I know that'll piss her off.

"Do you think this color is too dark, though? We could always go with a lighter shade of brown."

Poop.

All I can think about is poop. I hope no one buys us kitchen towels.

"Why not register for both and let our guests decide?"

The words pop out of my mouth before I can stop them. It's not the first time tonight I've said them, but it needs to be the last.

"Tyler Herman Dixon."

Shit. She's on to me.

"I have the strange feeling you don't like shopping with me."

When I find the courage to look in her direction, she's smiling at me.

She's not mad. Thank fuck.

"It's not my least favorite thing in the world, but only because you're here." Sliding up next to her, I pull her into my side and kiss the top of her head.

"And if I wasn't here?"

"I'd already have been kicked out."

Ang laughs before pulling me into the next aisle and continuing the torture. Not before promising to make it worth my while, though. That's what I love most about this woman.

She gets me.

Completely.

She knows I would do anything to make her happy and keep her happy, yet when I'm unhappy, she knows bribing me with sex will flip my switch. It also makes me anxious to get the hell out of here.

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