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“She’s my sister. While she’s locked up, I’ll do anything for her.”
It’s true, and she must sense it because she climbs into the car when I open the door for her. Once I’m behind the wheel, I’m immediately hit with her perfume again.
“Where do you normally do your shopping?” I ask as I pull away from her house.
“Aldi. It’s the nearest.”
Knowing where it is, I relax into the seat and keep my foot light on the accelerator. The last thing I need is her being put off of me because of my driving.
“What happened to your hand?” she asks.
I don’t need to look at the graze over my knuckles. I feel the sting every time the air hits the open wound.
“I came off my bike last night.”
Lying to her doesn’t sit well with me, but I can’t exactly tell her they were caused by punching a man repeatedly.
Pursing her lips together, she nods, but I get the hint that she doesn’t believe me. When she doesn’t pull me on it, I turn the radio on low to fill the silence.
At the supermarket, she’s quiet as I grab a trolley and walk into the shop, heading for the first aisle where the fruit and veggies are. As I slowly push the trolley, I note nothing goes in.
“The whole point of shopping is to put items into the trolley.”
“It doesn’t feel right. I can’t expect you to pay for my shopping,” she whispers angrily.
“Okay,” I mumble, and proceed to fill the trolley with everything I think she’ll like.
We hit the second aisle. When I go to grab a pack of sausages from the fridge, she moves to stop me, and I stall at having her so close.
“Thomas only eats the pork ones,” she tells me.
For the rest of the trip, she chooses everything, and puts one of everything into the trolley. As she moves on, I add another of the same item she chooses. If she notices, she doesn’t say anything.
By the time we get to the till, the trolley is overflowing, and Evie’s clearly looking uncomfortable.
“There’s so much. I can’t believe you kept adding things.”
Shrugging, I brush it off and tell her, “It’s nothing.”
She loads the items onto the conveyer belt as the guy in front of us moves forward. I’m not ready for the checking out phase. What in the fucking fresh hell is this style of paying for your shopping? The woman at the till rings everything up at the speed of fucking light. The guy barely has time to get his shopping back into the trolley before it’s all piling up.
The only thing about the piss-taking style is that it’s quickly our turn, but Evie’s prepared. She pulls the trolley away from me and parks it up on the other side of the cashier. Again, the items are rung through so fast, I barely have time to jump in and help out. Evie’s obviously a master at this, because she’s loading the groceries without breaking a sweat.
I blink, and the cashier is asking for the total sum of money. Evie blanches when it comes to over two hundred pounds, but I insert my card into the reader and type in my pin before she can say a word.
She pushes the trolley over by the windows, where everyone else is doing the same. This is where they pack their groceries it into their bags.
“What the fuck was that?”
Knowing what I’m asking about, she chuckles, and it lights up my fucking soul.
“It takes some getting used to. Haven’t you ever shopped here before?”
I shake my head. “I don’t really shop.”
I eat at the club, and that’s mostly takeaway, or if someone there decides to cook, which is rare.
Jumping in to help her pack, I watch her as much as I can without her noticing. She really is beautiful. Her skin is flawless. Her freckles are cute as fuck, and hitting me in the balls. But it’s her eyes, so pure, but full of wonder. Lexi told me it took a while for Evie to warm up and relax with her, and I’m hoping it’s the same for me. I need to get to know her, and she’s the only one who can put a stop to that.
