Chapter 47

I grabbed a basket and sauntered inside. It should be a quick in and out: meat, pasta, sauce, fruit, potatoes, veggies, Cheerios, bread, and peanut butter. Simple.

I worked my way through the list, then wandered into the cereal aisle, eyes on the boxes as I searched for my favorite when I bumped into someone.

“Sorry,” I said as I looked up and saw the man who’d been flirting with Asher. I hated him, on principle.

“No, it’s my fault,” he replied, flashing dimples and sweetness and things that would make someone call for a cleanup in Aisle 6 when I punched him. Or threw up.

He was ridiculously handsome, in his mid-twenties, at a guess, the perfect boy- toy. Next to him I looked like some recluse mountain man, unshaven, dressed in old, paint-splattered clothing and boots.

I leaned past him and picked up two boxes of cereal and stashed it in my basket. I walked off, but the dratted man followed me. “You’re Kayle Grimes, right? Hank Lopez. I’ve heard a lot about you.”