I pushed a cart down an aisle at Giant Eagle, following Sierra to the cheese section the night of the Christmas party at her friend’s house.
Thank God that she hadn’t brought up the necklace again because I wasn’t sure what I would tell her. I wasn’t ready to be in a relationship, and I honestly didn’t think I would ever be at this rate. I didn’t want to deal with the consequences. With what was fated to happen.
She’d leave at some point.
“You should shop for your own groceries,” she said.
“I don’t have time, love.”
“You make time for me.”
A bubble of laughter tumbled from my stomach, my body light. “That doesn’t mean I have time to shop for my own groceries. I have Thornton for that. He does all the shopping and cooking while I work. Besides, I have never met anyone who likes grocer
