"HomeStyle Plaza is mine too."
I grabbed Clay's arm before he could say another word, shooting him a look.
"Drop it. Don't waste any more time on them. I'm starving—let's just go home and make dinner."
Clay looked at me, confusion written all over his face.
"Wanda, those fans and ACs—I bought them for us and both sets of parents. A buddy of mine said this heat advisory isn't going to blow over anytime soon. You're really just going to let him walk off with all of it?"
"Those things are useless. Trust me. Once the heat really hits, the power grid won't last three days. When that happens, all those appliances will just be dead weight—one more thing for people to lose their minds over."
I took his hand and pulled him toward the exit.
Owen was too busy consoling Lesley, who was throwing a fit over losing her snacks, to catch a word of what I'd said.
I glanced at the stack of receipts in his hand and smiled to myself.