Page 41 of Possessive Alpha

But I know myself. One question will lead to two, then three, and before I know it, we’ll be talking and I’ll be falling for Ty Logan even more than I already have.

Questions are dangerous.

Questions should be avoided at all costs.

He nods as he pushes the cart back to the others and refuses to let me carry any of the bags. I’d argue about it, but it’s such a gentlemanly thing to do that I kind of like it.

And I have something in mind. Something I need both hands free for.

It’s a short walk to his truck and along the way I think about how I can put my plan into motion without alerting Ty until it’s too late.

“Does it pay well?” I ask as he places the bags in the truck bed while I wait for my opportunity.

“It does. My expenses are low, so I have plenty.”

I lean against the side of his truck. “Well, thanks for carrying everything, and for coming to town to make sure Clara and I were okay.”

Finished putting the groceries away, he turns to me.

I straighten, take a step, and stumble like my legs have gone to sleep.

Ty catches me, as I knew he would. While he does that, I dip my hand in his back pocket and yank out the piece of paper he refused to show me.

He grins down at me, not the least bit annoyed at my deception. “Ah, I should’ve suspected you were up to something.”

I glance down at the paper in my hand and glare at him. “It’s a receipt.”

“For some very overpriced gas.” He takes the receipt back and stuffs it in his pocket, then steps around me to pull open the passenger side door.

“Did you make up this shopping trip?”

“I did,” he admits, unapologetic.

“Why?”

He leans into me. “You were trying to dodge me. I was determined not to let you.”

“And what is Regan going to say when we come home with a truck load of groceries she doesn’t need?”

“Thanks?” His smile is so boyish, it makes me want to kiss him.

I lower my head to hide my smile as I get in.

He grips my wrist, and I look up at him. “Come on, you had to admit it was fun.”

“It was not fun,” I grumble.

He nods at my seatbelt. “Need me to buckle you in?”

I look at him.

His grin is unrepentant. “When a guy has such a mate as beautiful as you, you can’t blame him for trying it.”

Still grinning, he closes the door and rounds the truck to the driver’s side. “You had fun.”

I snap my seatbelt on and watch him buckle up and start the engine.

He must feel me watching as he waits for someone to let him out onto the road.

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