Aaron stared at the endless walls of stickers in the craft store and amended his earlier thought. How was he supposed to know what to get out of all of this?!
It was beneath his dignity to ask for help but the only other option he could think of was buying out the entire store. He would do that in a heartbeat if not for the fact that Keeley lived in a three-bedroom apartment and it wouldn't all fit.
He pulled out his phone and dialed his driver's number. "Carlton, do you know anything about scrapbooking?"
"Is that why I'm parked outside a craft store right now?" he asked with an obvious smile in his voice. "I know a bit. My sister-in-law is quite fond of it."
That could have gone much worse. At least if Aaron had to embarrass himself by asking someone, he asked the right person.
He cleared his throat. "Excellent. What sort of things does one need?"
