“You on a diet or something?”
She counted the meals in her basket and let the door slam shut on the freezer case. “I don’t cook.” She shrugged.
The next aisle she led him to was the one for sodas and sugary drinks. He was relieved when she proceeded to load the cart up with bottles of Perrier.
“A decade is nothing. In the grand scheme of things.”
Then she picked out coffee and artificially flavored creamer.
“I’m also cynical and divorced.”
And a box of donuts.
“You’re a strange woman, Penny.” He carried the half gallon of milk for his mom up to the register before realizing he didn’t have his wallet on him.
She looked at him, though, and guessed. Grabbing the carton from him, she sat it on the conveyor belt and pulled her own wallet out.
“Not strange, realistic.”
He could argue with her. He could tell her about the lives he’d been unable to save, lives of innocent kids who’d witnessed an eternity of hell.
Death was a deal breaker. All bets were off.
A decade. A divorce. They meant nothing.
He’d simply have to convince her.
CHAPTER THREE
Absolutely Perfect
Chaz.
Oh, my god, even his name is too young for me! Except that he wasn’t as young as she’d thought… if he was telling the truth.
He was sweet.
And oh, my God! He was so sexy!
At first, she’d thought it had been an accident. His touching her when she leaned over him in the car. She’d been worrying that her pit check hadn’t been sufficient enough and then she’d felt his hand on her back… and then… lower.
Neither time had been an accident.
And it had taken all the self-control she could muster not to give in to her urge to back up against him– the tiniest bit– when he’d put his hand on her stomach in the store.
He could not have been any more different from Kent.
And Kent was the only man she’d been with in over fifteen years!
Penny hadn’t had any boyfriends in high school, and the relationships in college before Kent had been more about experimentation than anything else.
She’d never even had the chance to consider what it would be like to be with somebody like this Chaz kid.
Except… he didn’t seem so much like a kid anymore. There was something in his eyes– not sadness but wisdom.
Which made no sense at all.
She needed to stop thinking about him. Of course, he was only playing with her. He was a pilot– or had been anyway.
