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“I’m still looking, Juliet. You can mosey on if you want. No need to stand here and watch me all day.”
“Then I won’t be able to gloat when I’m right and you’re wrong.” My voice is a teasing singsong, and King bristles, squaring up straighter.
“You won’t be right.”
“Mm-hmm.”
He turns back to the task at hand, rifling through the avocados, hell-bent on proving me wrong.
I do have to be at work in the next half hour, so I hope he hurries up. I’d hate to miss out on the opportunity to revel in my triumph.
King picks another dark-green avocado off the pile, caressing the dimpled skin with the pads of his fingers, smoothing his thumb over each ridge. My breath hitches as he works the small fruit.
What the hell is wrong with me? Is my love life really this pathetic that I’m getting turned on by a man picking out a damn avocado?
Yes, yes it is, judging by the dampness in my panties right now. I’m glad no one here has X-ray vision, because the last thing King needs to know is the effect he’s having on me right here in the produce section under the harsh white fluorescent lights.
“This one’s good, I reckon.” He holds the avocado out for my inspection, and I gingerly lift it from his warm palm.
The connection with his skin sends an electric shock straight up my arm, tingles spreading through me, and now my panties are soaked.
I focus on the fruit, squeezing the rippled flesh to test the ripeness.
Dammit, he’s good.
King managed to find the one freaking ripe avocado in all of Seaglass Beach.
Son of a bitch.
At least I didn’t have money on it.
“Maybe. Hard to say. Could be rotten on the inside.” I lock eyes with him, my mouth going dry as he stares down at me, unblinking, his pupils wide and dark.
His gaze pierces me for a long second before he lifts the avocado from my hand.
“Could be. You never know.”
I flick the tip of my tongue over my lip, not even certain I’m breathing.
“Any more shopping advice for me? Or can I go now?” His voice is gruff, husky, sending more tingles skittering through me.
I shake my head, the whoosh of blood roaring in my ears.
Why do I do this to myself? I should avoid him.
Just stay the fuck away.
He’s a blazing fire, and if I keep dancing so close to the flames, I’m definitely going to get burned. King doesn’t say another word. He places the lone avocado into his empty cart and wheels away toward the lettuce. I’m rooted to the spot, my heart pounding.
Yes, coming back here was definitely a terrible idea.
5
KING
The thing about living out at the ranch, away from the crowds and hustle, is the quiet. Space to think. Normally I like it. Crave it, even.
But running into Juliet has me off-kilter. The silence is no longer calming. Just the opposite—it’s driving me mad.
