"I thought you said we were going back to the hotel." Carter was complaining again, his eyes annoyed as he looked around the unfamiliar street. He was holding the bag of vegetables now, the meat still in my own hands. Despite his chivalry, he refused to hold it.
"I just need to make one more stop," I said.
"For what?”
"I just want to get us a little treat, if that is okay with you? If you are that impatient feel free to go back to the hotel."
"You know what, Janice? I would, but I am going to be a good husband and walk the rest of the way with my beloved wife."
My eyes narrowed on his over-exaggerated, glum expression. "You don't know where you're going, do you?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
I was smiling, and he was staring at me with a blank look across his face as he decided whether
