"Rae."
Rae Bennett quickly tossed the ice cream box under the flower rack and turned around, a picture of innocence, "Hmm?"
Wyatt Wright walked over, lifted her face, and tapped the corner of her mouth with his fingertip, "What did you eat?"
Rae Bennett licked her lips, "Chocolate."
Wyatt Wright leaned in close, and Rae Bennett backed away, covering her mouth to cough, "You can't kiss me, it's contagious."
She had been coughing for a week now, had taken medicine, but it hadn't gotten any better.
"Then pass it to me," he said.
Wyatt Wright held her face, purposely kissing her deeply.
He could taste it, the chocolate-flavored ice cream; no wonder her cold wasn't getting better.
He glanced at the flower rack, but didn't expose her lie, "Go change. I'll take you out for dinner."
"Wait for me ten minutes."
Wyatt Wright waited for Rae Bennett for twenty-nine minutes.
