Casually looking around again, his laid-back demeanor changed as he assessed the potential dangers of the supermarket. I snorted at how ridiculous all this seemed, and at one point, I would have given He-Man some grief over this.
But everything changed after the break in, and I had to take this seriously. I was no longer a regular person. And I had to let him do his job.
“Hey, do you prefer your call sign, or Brent?” I asked as I picked out the greenest bananas I could find. That’s the kind he always bought. Something about the carbs and blah, blah, blah.
“What do you call Phantom?”
I snorted. “Asshole, most of the time.”
He laughed as I put the bunch in the cart. Immediately I felt the need to correct myself, because he was the furthest thing from an asshole that someone could get.
“Nah, I’m joking. I call him He-Man. Or Michael.”
“That’s cool. Either one is fine with me.” The easy smile on his ridiculously handsome face was kinda breathtaking. His smile was Hollywood-worthy. I bet he’d make a good stuntman.
I stood in the middle of the floor, looking around at all the varieties of green stuff. I’d never shopped in the vegetable section, much less found myself searching for the damn asparagus.
“What are you looking for?” he asked, his amusement evident in his tone.
Rubbing my fingers across my prickly jaw, I huffed out a laugh. “Asparagus. Never thought I’d be looking for the stalk things.”
Dreamboat grinned. “Phantom’s favorite?”
“Yeah, and I don’t know why.”
The laughter I’d expected was missing, which had me turning to him. His chiseled jaw lost the big grin, but became more focused on things around us.
“Looks like you’ve been spotted. Do you usually talk to fans?”
I looked over my shoulder to find a group of wide-eyed young women looking at us.
“Yeah, that’s no problem,” I said with a smile.
My smiling recognition must have given them the confidence to approach us, because we were suddenly engulfed by the group.
“Oh my god, you’re Adam Spencer. Can I get a selfie with you?”
I smiled and glanced at Dreamboat. He gave me a barely noticeable nod, then continued to look over the crowd.
“Sure, dar—” I caught myself before Phantom’s influence took over, making me smile. She squealed and pulled out her phone. Tapping to open the camera, I took her phone and held it out to take the photo.
“Your boyfriend can be in the shot. He’s hot too,” she mused, making me laugh.
“He’s my bodyguard,” I replied, glancing at him. “Wanna get in here, Brent?”
He smiled but shook his head. “Nah, I’m good. Thanks though.”
After I’d taken selfies with them, they seemed satisfied and let us continue shopping.
“You know that’s gonna hit social media before we get to the cereal aisle, right?”
“Yep, and it’s gonna have my dreamy babysitter in it, too. You just wait.”
I sped up my shopping after Brent finally found the damn asparagus. Picking up spinach, green apples, and freshly squeezed orange juice, we moved on so I could try to find the other things.
“Can you help me pick out some things he might like to have around the house?”
Dreamboat’s ever present grin was back. “Sure. I didn’t realize he’d be staying with you when he got back.”
