“Hey,” he looked over his shoulder.
“Thought I was going to beat you there,” she chuckled.
“Nah, the candy section is closer to toys than produce,” he grinned, “Why did you get two?”
“That way if you get a craving for them, you don't eat part of our treaty,” Tamara said as they entered the toy department.
“Nah, I'd rather eat these,” he held up a bag.
“What are they?” Tamara took the bag from him and shifted the hard candies around until she could make out their shape, “Lemon drop rocket ships?”
“Ka-ching! You think they'll work?” Hayden asked.
“If we're talking about social network rocket ships or whatever you called them, I don't see why not,” Tamara grinned, handing him the bag back.
“So what's left?” Hayden asked.
“The whisker and the lip gloss.”
“Well, I doubt we'll find any cats here,” he chuckled.
“Follow me,” Tamara said, turning on her heels and heading towards the makeup department.
“You're really going to make me go to the makeup department with you?” Hayden asked.
“Yep,” Tamara nodded, “What are you afraid of, we'll run into the cross dressing cow that sat on your head?”
“I don't want to talk about the crossdressing cow!” Hayden said.
“Then come on,” she laughed and took his hand, “Ooh! They have a new peach mango flavor! Do you see samples anywhere?”
“Nope,” Hayden said not really looking around.
“Here they are,” Tamara said, dropping his hand and dashing to the other side of the aisle. She stopped in front of the tiny mirror and tore the corner of the small package. The lip gloss oozed out onto her finger and she carefully rubbed it over her lower lip, then her upper. “What do you think?” she asked, turning to Hayden.
“I can't really see it,” he said.
“Well, it's just suppose to shine. It has no color to it,” she said, licking her lips, “but it tastes good.”
“I'll take your word on it,” he chuckled.
Tamara turned back to the mirror and squeezed out the remaining lip gloss and put it on, “I think I can prove it.” She closed the space between her and Hayden, rising to her toes and wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I can smell it,” he laughed, “It smells good.”
“Shut up,” Tamara giggled, pressing her lips against his.
“It does taste good,” he chuckled when the kiss broke.
“Come on, let's get out of here,” Tamara said, taking his hand.
Chapter Thirteen
Tamara waited impatiently at the top of the fifth floor stairs, bouncing on the balls of her feet and bring her hands together again and again. It was only seven thirty, which meant she was early for meeting up with Hayden, but Tamara was anxious to get it over with. She checked her bag for the brown paper bag, which carried their purchases from Friday afternoon, for the seventh time, in as many minutes.
“Hey, you're early,” Hayden said from behind her.
“So are you,” she grinned, “Do you have the whisker?”