Page 55 of The Christmas Wife

"Yes."

She shakes her head, "You’ve lost it." She pushes the cart forward, muttering, "Of all the crazy, asinine things you could do, this one takes the cake."

I stare after her.The hell is wrong with me?So maybe I did overreact, but hell, when he’d bumped into her, all I could think was, mine.She’s mine… For the next few days, at least.

She struggles with the shopping cart, and I stalk forward, grab at it. "Gimme that."

"Fine." She raises her hands. "For being such a crazy-ass jealous man?—"

"I’m not jealous."

She rolls her eyes, then snorts, "No, I forget that’s your CRGPF."

I frown. "Excuse me?"

"Your chronic resting grumpy pants face," she clarifies.

Only when I’m around you.She does something to me. Yeah, she confuses me… I blow out a breath. Jesus, now I am going all googly-eyed over some chick who’d dropped in on my life and turned it upside down.You can’t let her get to you; no way.

I jerk my chin.

She frowns.

I glare at her.

She pales, then juts out her chin and walks forward and out of the shop. I join the queue. When it’s my turn, the woman at the checkout counter opens her mouth.

"Don’t—" I growl.

"But, Sir?—"

Bloody fuck, is the entire population of this village out to get me?I pull out my wallet, then separate a large stack of bills…and prop them on the counter. "Keep the change."

Her gaze widens, then she proceeds to check out the items.

Thank fuck. So, this is how it is to shop for yourself? What a nightmare.I pull out my phone, depress the buttons on the keypad. When my driver comes on the line I tell him, "I need a few things delivered to the cabin." I give him the list.

Arms full of shopping bags—I had to leave the shopping cart behind at the store—I step out and stalk toward the Volkswagen. Of course, she’s nowhere to be seen.Where the fuck is she?

I place the bags next to the car, look around. A familiar figure in tight jeans, coat buttoned to show off those curves, catches my eye. She’s talking to the man from the store—Hunter.What the fuck!My feet eat up the distance between us.

She reaches up, pats him on the shoulder, and a hot sensation stabs in my chest. I lengthen my strides, reach them. "Get away from her."

Hunter looks between us and frowns. "I didn’t mean any harm."

"Of course, you didn’t," she interjects.

I glare at her.

She pales.

"Go to the car."

She frowns.

"Now."

"But," she pouts, "I was only…"

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