“Yes I am.”
“You’re not.”
“It’s my car.”
To that, he shoved his credit card into the slot.
“Dair!” I snapped.
“Get in the car, Blake.”
“You’re impossible.”
He grinned and pulled out his card. “You still like me, though.”
I hmphed my way into the car.
We then exchanged words about thirty minutes later, when he went off the beaten path.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Looked at the routes and this one is supposed to be more scenic.”
“It’ll also take longer.”
“Do we have somewhere to be?”
“Yes, a particularly good jewelry story in Sedona,” I retorted.
“I’ll get ye there.”
“Yes, perhaps after someone buys a pair of earrings I would have wanted to own,” I shot back.
He sounded in dire need of laughing when he asked, “So you’re on my back about the route because of a pair of earrings that may or may not exist?”
I decided to shut up.
We then had words over who was going to pay for lunch (he won).
And last, we had words over when we were going to head back.
I wanted to go a bit early. He wanted to stay.
When I told him I wanted to check on his mum, that discussion, I won.
That said, the day was fun. Even, I had to admit, bickering with Dair was fun.
It felt good to watch Dair marvel at the beauty of Sedona. Not to mention, he was no less witty and charming than ever.
And it felt good to be able to be just me. I could be argumentative and stubborn all I wanted, he didn’t mind.
I think he even liked it.
And he bought me a pair of earrings at that store, ones that I liked a great deal, but I was going to pass them up even knowing full well I’d probably obsess about them when I did, which would necessitate me contacting the store and having them shipped to me.
They were dangling square hoops made of round semi-precious stones set in silver.
I’d been attempting to create a Prescott wardrobe, with accessories, that I could leave at the house so I didn’t have to pack so much when I went there, and they were the perfect addition, because they’d go with a multitude of outfits.
