THIRTY
After four shops of finding nothing but a pretty throw rug that wasn't even for sale, I was ready to head to IKEA and spend the next three days assembling my purchases. At least their rugs were for sale.
"One more," Nathan coaxed, pointing across the car park. "We haven't been in that one yet."
I hadn't noticed the furniture store squeezed between two baby shops. "Okay, one more. If they don't have anything, I'm going to IKEA."
Nathan shrugged. "I still owe you that coffee and I've heard theirs isn't bad. And I'd get to show you my handyman skills as I build your furniture for you. On second thought, let's skip this place and head straight to IKEA. I haven't had one of their cheap hot dogs in years."
I laughed and tugged on his arm. "After this shop, you're on."
We never made
