“He’s just going to run it to the car,” I said, unwrapping it. “No, he’s not, ’cause you’re not gonna be in this car. Get out.” “What?” “Get OUT.” She leaned over and unbuckled me. “Get the fuck out. I mean it.” I put the mint in my mouth and looked at her, amused. “Emma, go meet him at the door, or I will lose my shit. I didn’t push a clunky car stroller around the universe’s largest mall for five hours so you could shake hands with this guy on the way out. As soon as he shows up, I’m going to park around the front at the lobby to give you some privacy. Go get your damn forehead kiss.”
