Chapter 95

“Come on. Get off your high horse and help me out. Is that too much to ask?” he groused, the put-upon pout making him look silly, where once I’d thought it cute.

“Yes, actually. Go to the self-serve checkout. It’s faster, anyhow.” I pushed my cart forward and ignored him. I thought I heard Seb mutter “stubborn little shit” before he left to go I-didn’t-care-where.

It took another half hour before I finally had all my groceries bagged and paid for. I pushed the shopping cart to my car and loaded the trunk. The late-afternoon sun was mild, for April, and a cool breeze blew through the parking lot. I returned the cart to the storage area, then drove home.

Too late, I noticed a vehicle pulling up behind mine in front of my house. When I got out of my ride, the driver of the other car did, too. Guess who?

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