“Hmm. Maybe we should just sell everything and retire,” I suggest.
He shakes his head. “We would be so bored.”
“You’re probably right. But at least we’d have time to do things, like go grocery shopping.” I turn my head to give him a pointed look. However, leaning over his shoulder to read the laptop screen puts my face very close to his.
Zane grins sheepishly. “Do you want to borrow my truck to drive into town?”
“Wait, you want me to do the grocery shopping?” I stand up abruptly.
“You’re the one who doesn’t want to eat the beef.”
“I’m not saying I don’t want to eat it. I’m saying we should have more than that.” I plant my hands on my hips and stare him down.
“And I’m guessing you don’t want to be the one to go to the store?”
“I don’t mind going, but I’m not going by myself. I have no idea what you like to eat. Besides, I don’t even know if you have any allergies or not.”
He sighs as though I were asking him to do something absolutely ridiculous instead of grocery shopping. “Fine. We’ll run into the market and grab some things.”
“My mom usually goes into Bend and shops there. I think we should do it too. We could get things at Costco.”
“I thought you had to be part of a special group to go to Costco.”
“Yeah, you have to buy a membership. That’s what married people do. They buy memberships to big grocery stores, then argue over what snacks to buy.”
Zane sighs. “We’re really going to go grocery shopping today, aren’t we?”
I smile brightly at him. “Yes.”
He sets the laptop on the cushion next to him and stands. He reaches his arms up, stretching and yawning. “I guess we should have some food around to eat.”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes. “Which rig should we take?”
“My 4Runner.”
“You have another car? Why did I not know this? I thought we were debating between both of our pickups.”
“Do I have to change?”
I glance at his clothes. “Why would you have to change?”
“I’m wearing work pants.”
I bend down to get a closer look at his jeans. “Nah, you’re fine. Those are old stains, not fresh cow crap.”
Zane gives me an eye roll. “Jeez, thanks.”
Ten minutes later, we’re sitting in his 4Runner and pulling down the driveway.
“You actually keep this car clean,” I comment.
Zane gives me a sideways glance and says, “Don’t look in the back.”
“That bad, huh?”
He nods twice.
“I guess we’ll have to put the groceries in the back seat.”
