go, too,” Ginny said.
She needed to get out of here before Wes asked any questions. She knew Wes had only said he was her date to get Lois off her back. While she’d been shocked at the gesture, she’d also greatly appreciated it. She didn’t expect Wes to follow through. She’d come up with an excuse this weekend.
Before he could say anything to her, she left. Hopefully the checkout line wasn’t too long.
----
A fter paying for her groceries , Ginny walked to her car. She wasn’t too surprised to find Wes leaning against the back end of a black Ford Explorer parked across from her old Volvo. She’d seen him in the other checkout line, much shorter than hers.
He pushed away from his Ford and headed toward her. “So, what happened?”
She started putting bags into her trunk even as her heart started beating wildly. “What do you mean?”
Wes helped her. “You got shot.”
“I did.” Maybe he would get from her short tone that she didn’t want to talk about it. Especially not to him.
“Where?” His eyes roamed over her body.
It was a normal question to ask, but she was still irritated by it. He had made it abundantly clear he wanted nothing to do with her last night, and now he suddenly wanted to know her whole story. Like she was some sideshow freak. She crossed her arms across her chest.
“No streak of lightning hit you last night as far as I know. So your superpower of x-ray vision is not in effect.”
“Well, damn.” He paused. “Are you going to tell me?”
Not in this lifetime. Her scar was ugly and horrific to look at—sometimes, she couldn’t even glimpse it without a shudder of revulsion going through her. Ginny pushed an errant strand of hair off her face. “Why? I’m not going to show you.”
“Last night I didn’t see anything. Or feel anything.” Wes stepped closer to her. “Was it bad?”
“I hardly think about it anymore,” she lied easily. No one knew that her dreams were often about her being shot. Ginny noticed Lois Jacobs pulling away in her white Cadillac. Now that Lois saw her with Wes again, maybe Lois would stop trying to set her up. Ginny could only hope.
“You can tell me.”
She resisted rolling her eyes at him. She knew his game. He was the type of guy who used humor, a flash of that devastating smile, and his charm to get his way. But she wasn’t one to be played. He just wanted information out of her, and she also suspected that he was only talking to her because he wanted something. What that something was remained a mystery to her—for now.
“Still not showing you anything.” She gave up any pretense of putting her groceries away and faced him. “Why do you want to know so badly?”
He flashed a grin. “I’m curious. And I think we could be friends.”
“Friends?” After last night? After how he had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with her? She didn’t think that was possible.
“Why not?”
There were too many reasons to list. She picked one. “You don’t need me.”
“I do. You’re female.”
Talk about flattery. If he needed a woman, there were plenty available. “You must have gotten straight A’s in Biology.”
“Barely passed. I couldn’t cut up the earthworm. Luckily, my lab partner—”
“Let me guess. She was female, too.”
“Yup. Her name was Bella. When I got a whiff of—”
“It’s sunny out. You’re not sparkling. Did you put on anti-glitter sunscreen?”
“If you step closer, it smells like chocolate. You can lick me, if you want.”
They both stared at each other. Ginny remembered how Wes had dipped his head down, licking up the beer from her breasts to her mouth. She took a shaky step back. And then another.
“My ice cream is going to melt,” she said. “I have to go.”
“Ginny. Wait.” He held out his hand. “I mean it. We can be friends and help each other out.”
“How?”
“I saw it in the market. Lois was harassing you and trying to fix you up.”
Why was he bringing that
She needed to get out of here before Wes asked any questions. She knew Wes had only said he was her date to get Lois off her back. While she’d been shocked at the gesture, she’d also greatly appreciated it. She didn’t expect Wes to follow through. She’d come up with an excuse this weekend.
Before he could say anything to her, she left. Hopefully the checkout line wasn’t too long.
----
A fter paying for her groceries , Ginny walked to her car. She wasn’t too surprised to find Wes leaning against the back end of a black Ford Explorer parked across from her old Volvo. She’d seen him in the other checkout line, much shorter than hers.
He pushed away from his Ford and headed toward her. “So, what happened?”
She started putting bags into her trunk even as her heart started beating wildly. “What do you mean?”
Wes helped her. “You got shot.”
“I did.” Maybe he would get from her short tone that she didn’t want to talk about it. Especially not to him.
“Where?” His eyes roamed over her body.
It was a normal question to ask, but she was still irritated by it. He had made it abundantly clear he wanted nothing to do with her last night, and now he suddenly wanted to know her whole story. Like she was some sideshow freak. She crossed her arms across her chest.
“No streak of lightning hit you last night as far as I know. So your superpower of x-ray vision is not in effect.”
“Well, damn.” He paused. “Are you going to tell me?”
Not in this lifetime. Her scar was ugly and horrific to look at—sometimes, she couldn’t even glimpse it without a shudder of revulsion going through her. Ginny pushed an errant strand of hair off her face. “Why? I’m not going to show you.”
“Last night I didn’t see anything. Or feel anything.” Wes stepped closer to her. “Was it bad?”
“I hardly think about it anymore,” she lied easily. No one knew that her dreams were often about her being shot. Ginny noticed Lois Jacobs pulling away in her white Cadillac. Now that Lois saw her with Wes again, maybe Lois would stop trying to set her up. Ginny could only hope.
“You can tell me.”
She resisted rolling her eyes at him. She knew his game. He was the type of guy who used humor, a flash of that devastating smile, and his charm to get his way. But she wasn’t one to be played. He just wanted information out of her, and she also suspected that he was only talking to her because he wanted something. What that something was remained a mystery to her—for now.
“Still not showing you anything.” She gave up any pretense of putting her groceries away and faced him. “Why do you want to know so badly?”
He flashed a grin. “I’m curious. And I think we could be friends.”
“Friends?” After last night? After how he had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with her? She didn’t think that was possible.
“Why not?”
There were too many reasons to list. She picked one. “You don’t need me.”
“I do. You’re female.”
Talk about flattery. If he needed a woman, there were plenty available. “You must have gotten straight A’s in Biology.”
“Barely passed. I couldn’t cut up the earthworm. Luckily, my lab partner—”
“Let me guess. She was female, too.”
“Yup. Her name was Bella. When I got a whiff of—”
“It’s sunny out. You’re not sparkling. Did you put on anti-glitter sunscreen?”
“If you step closer, it smells like chocolate. You can lick me, if you want.”
They both stared at each other. Ginny remembered how Wes had dipped his head down, licking up the beer from her breasts to her mouth. She took a shaky step back. And then another.
“My ice cream is going to melt,” she said. “I have to go.”
“Ginny. Wait.” He held out his hand. “I mean it. We can be friends and help each other out.”
“How?”
“I saw it in the market. Lois was harassing you and trying to fix you up.”
Why was he bringing that
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