“Did we just interrupt a Hallmark moment?” Macie teased.
“You’re fine,” Claire said. “What’s next?”
“I need new sunglasses,” Taylor declared.
“I need lotion. The island wind is brutal,” Macie added.
“My legs feel like sandpaper,” Sara chimed in. “If I light a match, they’d go up in flames.”
Claire held up a hand. “Okay, okay—sexy talk officially canceled. Let’s go.”
They shopped a little longer before loading their haul into the back of the SUV. Bags piled high, they all paused.
“Did no one consider the fact that we’re flying back with all of this?” Taylor asked, eyes wide.
“We’ll make it fit,” Sara said confidently.
“Where, Sara? In your bra?” Macie deadpanned.
“Better question,” Claire interjected, “where are we eating dinner?”
“Starving,” Taylor muttered.
“Let’s call Jaxon,” Macie said. “See what the guys are doing.”
Claire raised a brow. “Didn’t see enough of him this morning?”
“Of him shirtless? Never.”
“If I get to see that again, I’ll buy dinner,” Sara offered.
Laughter shook the car again as Claire pulled out her phone and dialed.
“Hey,” she said when Jaxon picked up. “What are you up to?”
“Just got back. Guys are here.”
“How’d the errands go?”
“Uneventful. You?”
“Sara wants to hear your voice. You’re officially on speaker now.”
“Great,” he said dryly. “Hi, ladies.”
“How’s Wilmington?” he asked.
“It stole our dignity and our paychecks,” Sara replied.
Claire smiled. “We’re heading back. Trying to decide on dinner.”
“You have anything in mind?”
“I was thinking Tides Rising, but it’s Sunday. Flounder night. That place is probably a madhouse.”
“Yeah,” Jaxon agreed. “Why don’t we grab a few pizzas from Bennie’s and hang out here?”
Claire looked around—four nods.
