Unexpected Gift(53)

He smiles, and he has a dimple. A damn dimple. Are you kidding me right now? “Well, I’m at the grocery store, and your friend smashed her cart into me. And I’m in Glendive because my Grandma is sick, and she needs help.”

“Oh my god. You’re hot, and you love your grandma? Are you a unicorn?”

He smirks, showing that fucking dimple. He leans against his cart and crosses his ankles over one another. “I’m not. I’m just a guy who loves his grandma.”

“And a guy who steals phones,” I say as I reach for my phone again, jumping to rip it from his hand.

“Molly, hush. I’m talking to hottie bartender,” Kenna says, shushing me.

I huff and cross my arms, taking a step back to let someone through. “Sorry.”

“What’s your name, hottie bartender?” Kenna asks.

“Oakley.”

“Oakley what?” she prods.

“Does it matter?” I mumble, staring at my nails.

“Glendive.”

I cough, tripping over my own two feet, making me run into the cart again, which pushes into his cart…again. “Sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Kenna gasps. “Wait, your last name is the name of the town?”

“Yeah. I come from the founding family.”

“The founding family? Meaning you come from a family that founded the town? You must be filthy rich.”

“Kenna!” I admonish her. I mouth at Oakley. “I’m sorry.”

“Kind of am, yeah. The bar you guys saw me in? I own it. I was just there visiting. I live here in Glendive.”

I roll my eyes. I don’t like a man that talks about money like that. Flaunting money like it isn’t a big deal is obnoxious, even if the thought of being able to do that is super dreamy. He lowers the phone, thinking my defenses are down, but they aren’t. I’m fast on my feet and snatch my phone away. I hold it in front of my face to see her purple hair framed face. “That was rude, Molly. I was in the middle of a conversation.”

I shove Kenna and my phone back into my pocket and take hold of my cart again. “It was nice running into you, Oakley. I hope your grandmother gets better.”

“Is this part where you run away, and I hope to run into you again at the grocery store?”

“Bye, Oakley.” I turn the cart to the left, away from the hottie, rich bartender, and get as far away as I can. I pull my phone from my back pocket and scowl at Kenna. “You have got to be kidding me.”

“Jeez, about time. I was suffocating down there.”

“Too bad it didn’t work.”

“Ouch, someone is moody. Married life not all that it’s cracked up to be, Molly?”

“You are unbelievable. I am not married. For the hundredth time.” I toss some cream cheese into the cart and make a mental note to get bagels. I always forget the bagels.

“Come on, Molls. Hottie bartender is single, rich, and did I say hot? ‘Cause damn, he is hot. If you aren’t going to hop on that, give the phone back to him so I can.”

I roll my eyes, turning down aisle fifteen. I’m so pissed I had to default from my usual routine. I like starting in aisle one, but because of hottie bartender, I have to start at the other end. “Sorry, I’m no longer near your money bag. I’m grocery shopping. And you know what? You interrupted my song.”

“Again? Man, I am on a roll with that.” She moves her head, like she is trying to peak around the screen to see what I am doing. “What ya doing?”

“Grocery shopping.” I give her a look before tossing some paper towels in the cart.

She narrows her eyes, studying me. “You’re off. What’s wrong? You’re crabbier than usual.”

“I’m not crabby.”

“You are crabby. A little bitchy, to be honest. What happened? Talk to me.”

I glance around to make sure no one is near me. “I don’t want to talk about it right now, Kenna.”

“So, something is wrong? Is it Caden? Is Posie okay? Do I need to come there?”

“Calm down, Kenna. Posie is fine.” I turn down aisle fourteen and stop in my tracks when boxes upon boxes of condoms stare back at me.

Kenna bites into a carrot. Like a big carrot. The one that you are supposed to chop into tiny pieces. She has never been like that, though. She takes the entire thing and bites into it. I should call her a rabbit more often. “So, it is Caden.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t not say it, either.” Crunch.

“Stop reading into things, Kenna.”

“I’m not reading into anything when you’ve written on the walls, clear as freaking day, for the world to see.” Crunch.

Should I get condoms? Maybe I should get condoms. Nope. I shouldn’t because I don’t plan on having sex with him.

“Kenna. Will you stop and just talk to me? Stop looking at the condoms.” Crunch. And then the crunching stopped. “Oh my god, you’re looking at condoms! You are looking at condoms! For Caden? What has happened?”

I drop the phone to my side when an old lady looking at pads gives me a dirty look before putting the adult diapers in her cart and strutting away like she is too good for sex. Rude. I bring the phone back up and plug my headphones back in. “Could you have said that any louder?” I whisper harshly, feeling so much heat in my cheeks that I start to sweat.