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“I can’t believe you made up a grocery trip for no reason,” I say.

Finally, someone slows, and he pulls into the road before he takes my hand and squeezes it. “I think I had a pretty good reason, and it was not to shop for makeup and vegetables.”

“You’re a strange alpha.”

“And, sweetheart, you are a terrible liar.” He grins at me. “I can’t say I’m unhappy you are. It’s going to make spotting them easy in the future.”

I glare at him. “It wasn’t that bad.” It totally was. So bad. “And you need both hands to drive.”

He slows at a traffic light. “This is good. Aren’t you going to ask me if I had fun?”

I look away. “We were pushing a cart around a grocery store. Neither of us had fun.”

I might have had a little bit of fun.

He presses a brief kiss on my knuckles. “Well, I did. Do you want to stop and grab something to eat before we head back to the house?”

I actually consider it before I realize what I’m doing and shake my head. “The ice cream will melt.”

“The ice cream you only requested so you could shove me in the freezer?” He lifts his brow.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I deny.

I do. Oh, I’d known he wouldn’t actually fit, but after what he’d said, I’d convinced myself he would.

He laughs, squeezing my hand. “There it is again. That inability to lie worth a damn.”

“You said something inappropriate and someone could have overheard. You needed to cool down,” I say archly.

The lights change, and he’s too busy looking at me to notice. “Something about me wanting to taste your?—”

“The road,” I interrupt, my cheeks burning.

He laughs again, and we continue on the road out of town, back toward the packhouse.

“About that feeling you had outside the lingerie store,” he says a little while later as the packhouse comes into sight.

To my relief, my Honda Civic is right where I parked it before. Clara is here and she’s safe. If I’d known she would grab my keys and make the drive here alone, I’d have stopped her, but I’m glad she’s okay.

“What about it?” Reassured, I focus on Ty.

“The next time you get it, come and find me. Okay?”

“So you can kill the thing that caused it?” I’m only half-joking.

He parks his truck and turns to me, his expression serious. “Yes.”

Because I know he means it and I can’t seem to control myself when Ty threatens to kill anyone that hurts me, I smile. “Thanks.”

I’m not sure that I deserve you, but thank you.

He nods, looking pleased. “And you’re sure you don’t want me to taste?—”

“No!” But also yes. I unbuckle my seatbelt and quietly admit, “I might have had fun with you at the store.”

When I move to get out, Ty’s fingers circle my wrist, halting me. He’s smiling as he lifts my hand to press a kiss at the center of my palm. “I know. I did too, sweetheart.”

CHAPTER 13

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