“I did miss dinner.”
“Can’t have that.” She frowned. “I’m assuming there is nothing open this late around here.”
“Not really. Much different from Manhattan.”
“A million times, but that’s a good thing. Though I could go for some midnight lo mein.”
I rubbed my stomach. “Don’t put that in my head.”
“Pretty sure PostMates would be stone cold by the time we got it. However, I do make a mean ramen. Think we can find a grocery store still open?”
“I think we can do that.”
“Good.” She swung her bag and lengthened her stride. “Is that your truck?”
I nodded. “Sure is.”
She hooked her arm through mine and dragged me into a jog. She stopped at my mud spattered black truck. “This is a beast. I know you don’t need to...”
I laughed. “It’s mostly for work. Not because I’m compensating.”
“Oh, I know you don’t need to do that.”
I opened the door then boosted her up. “Is that so?”
Her gray eyes widened as she gripped the door. “That tight costume told me everything I need to know.”
I leaned in and brushed my nose with hers. “Were you checking me out, Ms. Dalton?”
“Pretty sure everyone was, Mr. Reynolds.”
“Pretty sure I only care about one woman.” Before I did something stupid, like kiss her in the middle of Destiny Street, I closed the door.
Even at this late hour there were a lot of eyes in this town.
I got in on my side and started the truck. We needed to go a town over for a late night grocery store. Watching Amber wander the aisles and pile up the cart was an experience.
“When was the last time you were in a grocery store?”
She grabbed a bag of Pop Corners off the rack and tucked it safely on the top part of the cart. “Hmm, that’s a good question. I think it was probably Columbus, Ohio.”
“Random.”
“Yeah there was a crazy snow storm while we were in town for a show. We had to fly in a day early or we wouldn’t get into the airport at all. Our hotel was near this ridiculously large twenty-four hour supermarket. Cindy and I snuck out with a few of the other dancers. We were tired of the healthy food my chef cooked for us. Great for keeping us in fighting shape for shows, but not exactly the most exciting stuff.”
I couldn’t help smiling at her as she told her story while rapidly filling the cart.
“You know it’s just two of us right?”
She tilted her head. “Huh?”
I pointed to the cart.
“Shopping hungry is always dangerous.” She just shrugged and kept moving. She spotted the international aisle and started running again.
I caught up and she already had an armful of ramen noodles, bottles of sauce, and packets of dry ingredients. “You were saying about Columbus.”
“Oh, right. We shopped kind of like this. Instead our cart was full of ice cream cake, mac and cheese, and wine.”
