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I would deal with my apparently one-sided friendship—and my job—another day. For now, I was going shopping.
CHAPTER TWENTY
As much as I disliked it, I knew the greengrocers on the high street wouldn’t have everything I needed, so I had no choice but to climb into my car and drive to the bigger supermarket on the outskirts of Fox Point. Sometimes it was easier to just give in and get everything in one place instead of running to four different shops.
When I said I needed everything, I neededeverything.
Mops, buckets, chemicals, a vacuum—literally everything.
Somehow, I made my way around the place, although I did get lost about twenty times. I didn’t know why these places were so big or why a supermarket needed two floors, but this one did, and it was a whole arse miracle that I’d managed to find everything I’d written on my list.
Okay, so it had been vague, and I’d just sort of grabbed one of everything in the cleaning aisle until I thought I had it covered.
Did I need three different types of toilet cleaner? No, but it was good to be prepared, and I didn’t know what scent I wanted for the all-purpose cleaner. Lemon? Spiced apple? Who knew?
I’d even bought carpet shampoo.
I didn’t have a carpet cleaner.
Again: preparation was key.
I, apparently, was prepared to open my own cleaning business.
I hauled the box of my shiny new vacuum cleaner onto its end in the trolley, put my foot behind the wheel to stop the damn thing rolling away, and did my best to get it out.
My best was not good enough.
“Oh, my God,” I muttered, huffing as I resituated myself for attempt two.
Attempt two went just as well as attempt one.
I really needed someone to hold this trolley. Knowing my luck, it would go shooting off into the car in the nearest spot to me.
“Do you need a hand?”
I paused and looked up at the guy who’d offered his help. I didn’t recognise him, but he was pretty damn good looking. Blue eyes, dark hair, clean-shaven…
“Oh, I’m fine,” I said with a smile. “But thank you.”
“No offense, but I’ve just watched you try and fail to get that thing out there about three times.”
I pressed my lips together. “All right, maybe I need a little help.”
He laughed and kicked something on his trolley wheel, then came over. “Here, I’ve got it. In the boot?”
“Please,” I said, stepping back and holding the trolley.
The guy eased it out with one easy swoop, and he deposited it into my boot, even going so far as to position it so the window wouldn’t break when I closed the door. “There you go,” he said, stepping back with a smile. “Isn’t your brake working on your trolley? These things aren’t worth the metal they’re made of, honestly.”
I blinked at him. “They have brakes? Oh, my God.”
“Yeah, didn’t you know that?”
“No, and now I’m wondering who the hell let me graduate to adulthood.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment.
Holy shit.
How humiliating.
