“Damn,” I mutter, shaking my head as I watch her tap my credit card and then place all the bags in the cart, ready to head out.
My stomach flutters with something, nerves, I think, as she makes her way toward me.
She keeps her head high and her eyes set on me.
Confidence looks really fucking good on her.
“Fancy seeing you here,” I tease once she’s close enough to hear.
“I can’t say it’s the biggest surprise I’ve had this morning,” she deadpans.
I smirk, loving this fiery side of Freya I haven’t seen before.
I push from the hood.
She watches me prowl closer, her head tipping back so she can keep eye contact with me.
“I like surprising you.”
I swear, the air between us thickens as I gaze down into her blue eyes.
“That might be true, but I’m not a fan,” she states before attempting to push the cart forward.
My hand darts out, my fingers wrapping around her forearm.
Her breath catches, and I like to think it’s because she feels the same spark up her arm that I do.
“What are you doing?” she asks, suddenly looking around to see if anyone is paying us attention.
“Shit,” I hiss before pulling my hand away and letting it drop to my side. “Get in the car; I’ll sort this.”
“No, Cole—” She cuts herself off when I shoot her a demanding glare.
She purses her lips in frustration before making a show of lifting her hands from the cart and holding them up for me.
“Knock yourself out,” she says, marching toward the passenger side.
She isn’t fast enough, though, and I get there first to open the door for her.
She glares at me once again before she drops into the seat. Something tells me that it kills her to hold back her “thank you.”
Still smirking, I close the door on her before loading the groceries into the trunk and returning the cart.
She watches me the entire time. I don’t need to look up to know her eyes are locked on me. I can feel it. My skin prickles with awareness, and my blood is still simmering.
“Do you need to look so freaking smug?” she asks as soon as my ass hits the seat.
“I’m not looking like anything,” I argue.
“Did you want to tell your expression that?”
“You’re really pissed at me, huh?”
“What gave that away?” she asks, folding her arms over her chest as I back out of the space.
“There are a couple of clues. Look…I’m sorry for blindsiding you with the car. But I didn’t know how else to do it.”
“Maybe that was a sign that you shouldn’t have done it.”
