Chapter 23

With a grin, Matt leaned down to retrieve the soda. “But you have so much fun when we go out.”

“No,” Vic corrected, “youhave fun at my expense.”

Matt poked Vic’s stomach, a quick, ticklish touch that was gone before he could catch Matt’s hand in his own. “It turns me on,” Matt admitted. “If that’s a bad thing…”

Vic groaned. ::You’re lucky I love you.::

::Damn straight.::

Again, Matt took over, pushing the cart as Vic hefted the rest of their bags. Vic deposited them in the cart when Matt slowed to wait for the sliding glass doors to open. Outside Mrs. K was already crossing the parking lot, her cane tap tap tappingover the hard tarmac. A disgruntled bagboy had been coerced into steering her cart toward her car. Despite the distance, Vic could hear her scolding, “I’m over there, dupa. Open your eyes. I said a creamLincoln. Cream. Does that look cream to you?”