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“I’ll email you the list,” Phyllis said.
“She doesn’t need the list,” Martha yelled.
Phyllis gave her a look. “I can hear you just fine, Martha. Stop yelling.”
My phone dinged with an email notification. I smiled at Phyllis. “Thank you, but I don’t think I’ll use this.”
“Just in case, deary.” She winked.
“We’re going grocery shopping tonight when he’s back from training. I need to look at this like a fresh start, I think. He’s not the guy I thought he was. Right now, that’s all I know.”
“Don’t fall in love with him,” Phyllis warned. “Or be so concerned with finding out the hidden parts of him that you ignore the red flags.”
Martha and Rosa traded a look.
Like me, Phyllis was divorced. Like me, she’d been hurt. Sometimes those hurts meant just a little bit less trust. In others.
Or, worse, in ourselves.
Drops in the bucket that we couldn’t pull back.
I settled my hand over hers. “I’m not going to fall in love with him. But I’m not going to ignore the way he’s trying either. If I write him off based on his past, then I can’t expect anyone to give me a second chance when I might deserve one.”
“That’s all you’re getting?” I asked. My nose wrinkled when I looked at the additions to his cart.
Healthy, gross bread.
Enough eggs for a family of six.
Chicken.
Veggies.
And then more veggies.
Mira sat in my cart, kicking her legs, and when she tried to lean forward to grab a box of cookies, Liam pulled it from her hands and set it back on the shelf without dropping his gaze from mine.
“What’s wrong with that?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I answered carefully. “I just noticed that it seems to be all you eat.”
He patted his flat stomach. “Gotta fuel right heading into the season.” Then he peered into my cart, eyebrows lifting at the three cartons of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
“Don’t judge my ice cream consumption, okay? It’s my single vice, and I will not apologize for it.”
Liam’s lips twitched, an almost smile, and I found myself holding my breath.
“You only have one? I’m jealous.”
I pushed my cart past him. “Why? What are yours?”
“That your question for the day?”
My lips twisted in frustration. “No.”
In a weaker moment, I’d opened the link that Phyllis sent me, shaking my head at some of the questions.
“What if we trade off who makes dinner?” I asked. “Or are we making separate meals? Because I need more variation than that.”
