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Next stop was the grocery section. I had no idea what Xalanites ate, but I figured since he loved the hamburgers yesterday and the sandwiches at lunch, meat was definitely on the menu. I also loaded up with a variety of snacks and veggies, making sure to grab more healthy options as I wasn’t one hundred percent sure what a human carb-load diet would do to his body—or his health.
When I rounded the corner of the produce aisle, I let out a shriek as Agent Wilson stepped up to me. “Fancy meeting you here. I take it things are still going well at home, since you're out on your own for a shopping trip.”
I put a hand over my heart to try to ease the thundering inside. “Agent! You startled me. Yes, everything is fine at home. No problems.”
He nodded, and his eyes flicked down to look in my loaded cart. “Stocking up, I see. Lots of food there. Steak, even! Treating yourself tonight, huh?”
I swallowed hard. “I cook steak all the time. It’s good.”
“Doing some Christmas shopping as well? I see a lot of men's clothing in your cart.”
“Yes. Christmas shopping. For my … brother.”
His eyes narrowed, and he muttered a small “hm” as he nodded to himself. “Well, I’m afraid I have to go. Our motel has a kitchenette, but I still have to buy food to cook in it.” He chuckled like he’d just said something hilarious. “I can’t remember, did I give you my card in case you notice anything unusual?”
“You sure did.”
“Great! I'll be in the area for a while. Maybe I'll see you around.”
With that, he wandered off down the next aisle. I sped up my steps to the front, forgetting anything else I may have wanted to purchase.
The cashier’s eyes widened like saucers when I dumped all my things on the conveyor belt, but I tried not to react. Let them think what they want.
Forty minutes later, I pulled up to the house and started unloading the car. It was dark out, but the boat was nowhere to be seen. No floodlights, no swarms of agents combing the surrounding woods. I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe I didn’t have to worry so much about my interaction with Agent Wilson in the store.
I almost jumped out of my skin when Q’on appeared next to the car.
“Jesus! I thought I asked you to stay inside!”
He started taking bags from me, loading up both arms with stuff. Typical male. Can’t be bothered to make multiple trips. “You asked me to stay inside while you were gone. You are no longer gone.”
Oh, great. He was going to kill me with semantics. “Okay, well, what if the feds were in the bushes or something? They could see you.”
Q’on grabbed the handle of the last bag and started back to the house. “But they are not in the bushes.”
I rolled my eyes and took my purse out of the car before locking it. I followed Q’on into the house and locked the door behind us, drawing the front curtains. When I turned back around, Q’on had pulled a pair of grey sweatpants out of one of the bags and was inspecting them. He seemed particularly fascinated with the drawstring.
This was going to be a long night.
After some brief instructions on wearing the pants, as well as a tutorial on the t-shirts, I left Q’on in the living room and lugged the groceries to the kitchen.
I was so preoccupied with putting away the perishables that I didn’t hear Q’on sneak up behind me. His massive arms wrapped around my waist from behind, and he snuggled close. A fluttering began in my stomach, and I bit my lip to have something to focus on besides his bulge pressing into my ass.
“You are a good provider, Amber. It shames me that I cannot assist.”
Damn. Didn’t think of it like that. I bet on his planet the warriors brought home the proverbial bacon. “You just got here. Give yourself some time.”
He stepped back, and I turned to look up at him. “I have provisions on my ship. They were not damaged in the crash. I would like to get them, to help stock your stores. The government men left hours ago. May I go outside?”
I chewed my lip as I debated the wisdom of letting my purple boyfriend go outside. Sure, it was dark, and I lived on a pretty isolated stretch of the lakeshore, but … what if?
“Okay. But be careful. Don’t let anyone see you.”
Q’on’s face broke out in a wide grin, and he trotted out the back door.
That ass in those sweats! I fanned myself for a second before returning to putting the groceries away.
I don’t know what I expected when Q’on said he was retrieving provisions, but I sure as hell didn’t expect him to make multiple trips, carrying in metal box after metal box of stuff. He unpacked it all in the kitchen, following my lead and putting the cold goods in the fridge or freezer before pausing to figure out where the dry goods went.
