Chapter 4

Deciding to put the drummer out of my mind, I continued on my quest to restock my food supply. At the self-checkout area, I dug out my coupons and discount card.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Laramie drawled as he pulled up at the pay station across from mine.

I ignored him in favor of ringing up my purchases and getting the hell out of the store. His behavior toward me was unsettling, and I didn’t want to think about why that was. I pushed the cart to my pickup truck, the air crisp and cold on my face.

As I stashed my groceries in the cab, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Laramie push his cart two spots down to a brand new Audi Q7, a sleek black SUV that cost more than the music store earned in a year.

Must be nice.

I finished my task, took the cart back to the return area, and prepared to leave.

“Hey, Dorian, how about dinner? My treat?” Laramie called out, that ‘fuck me’ grin on his face.

“No, thanks.”