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“No, thanks. I’m on a diet.”

She eyed him as she ran a pack of Oreos over the scanner.

“Those are for Jacob.” He hastily told her, taking out his wallet. He wanted to tell her to hurry as Betsy took her time and started bagging his groceries himself.

“I’ll do that.”

“I’m in a hurry. Jacob is waiting for me to get home.”

Giving him a disappointed glance, she took the cash he handed her. “Call me …”

Jody picked up his groceries before she could continue.

Outside, he saw Sophie’s taillights as she pulled out of the parking lot.

“Damn it to hell,” he lamented about his luck as he put the groceries in his truck.

The last thing he wanted to do was go back inside the store, but he also wanted Sophie to have what she needed. So, he went back through the store and picked up what was on the list that she hadn’t purchased.

Without a doubt, she was going to be angry that he had bought the items, but he had already thought of a way to circumvent her. She might refuse them from him, but Ginny had a way of talking anyone into doing what she wanted. She had nabbed Reaper, and that son of bitch hadn’t known what had hit him.

Had she used some superstitious crap to make Reaper fall for her? He wouldn’t put anything past her.

When he got home, he was going to call Ginny. He wasn’t above playing unfair to get his soul mate, especially when she already had her eye on Isaac. His dad had always told him everything was fair in love and war.

Chapter Fourteen

Was there any woman in town who wasn’t attracted to Jody as if he were catnip? Slamming the trunk of her car closed, she carried her groceries into her apartment building, then used her elbow to push the elevator button. Her blood still boiled at the way the cashier had acted.

Why do you care?she asked herself, stepping into the elevator when it opened.

Using her elbow again to press her floor button, she told herself she didn’t care. It was just embarrassing for womankind with the way they acted.

Yeah, right.She laughed grimly at herself.As if you didn’t practically orgasm when you saw Jody for the first time.

That was before she realized what a hound dog he was, she consoled herself. She hadn’t let him know, either. She would rather die a torturous death than let that lover boy know she had fallen victim to the pheromones he was using to set women’s crotches on fire. She bet he used his hot-as-hell body to chaseafter women. Then, when they gave in, he dropped them like a hot potato.

She was still mentally griping about Jody when she stepped off the elevator and walked down the hall to her apartment. As she bent down to set one of the grocery bags on the floor to unlock her door, her eyes automatically went to the doorknob. Her breath caught in her throat at seeing the door wasn’t closed all the way.

Setting the other bag down, she pushed the door open. Gasping at the destruction she encountered in her apartment, she reached into her purse for her phone to call 911.

After telling the dispatcher that her apartment had been broken into, she heard the shock in the woman’s voice.

“Stay outside your apartment. I’ll send a deputy right over.”

“Thank you.” Shaken, it took two tries to end the call.

What if the burglar was still inside? Should she go back downstairs and wait there?

Leaving the groceries, she moved away from her door to stand by the elevator. She stood there anxiously, waiting for the police to arrive. If anyone came out of her apartment, she planned to scream bloody murder.

The elevator door opening had her jumping back. When she recognized the deputy walking out of the elevator, she was about to throw herself into his arms but thankfully caught herself before she did.

“Deputy Bevere.” The deputy had taken her report about the man who had come into the restaurant wanting money. His concerned face eased some of her anxiety now that he was here.

“What’s going on?”

“When I came home, my apartment door was unlocked. When I pushed the door open, I saw my living room has been ransacked.”

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