“We’re doing this,” Summer said patiently, “because Cocky needs a tether ball and we need the supplies to build it.”
“They are going to think we are robbing the place and will shoot us,” Ben said, his hands excitedly clapping. Cole stared at him and wondered why, of all things, that would be said in a gleeful tone. But Marilyn Monroe did have a point. Which is why, unbeknownst to Ben and Summer, Justin had already called the store. Spoken to a manager. Used Cole’s name and black AMEX and celebrity status to convince the man to let them shop in ridiculous disguise. Inside the Walmart were already ten of his security, in plainclothes, ready to keep any crazies at bay. Still, there was no doubt that this field trip would probably end within five minutes of beginning.
“This is California,” Summer said, in a tone that put Cole’s fine state somewhere on the level of a kiddie park. “No guns, remember? You all love running around unprotected. Plus, no one’s going to shoot a pregnant woman, so push me in front if you feel scared. Everyone in the backseat, stop being babies and get out of the car.”
They opened the doors and stepped out of the car, and if he thought he loved her before, that was nothing compared to this.