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I scrunched up my nose at him and said, “There’s not one.”

He paused as he flipped my phone open with nary a lock in sight.

“That’s downright wrong,” he said. “Put a lock on your phone. Anyone can get into it.”

“I don’t keep anything incriminating in my phone,” I pointed out.

“You may not think it’s incriminating, but anything can and will be used against you,” he said. “Please put one on.”

I shrugged. “You have it.”

He started flipping through the screens and said, “Where’s the app that shows you your blood sugar?”

“It’s on the last page. In a folder, I think.” I shrugged.

“You think?” he asked. “Why isn’t this front and center on your phone screen so you can easily access it?”

“Because I can’t ignore it that way.” I rolled my eyes.

“You shouldn’t ignore it at all,” he said as he paused. “This one?”

He flipped my phone around for me to see and I said, “Yep.”

“It says it’s really low. You feel bad?”

I shrugged. “I feel like I always feel.”

He pulled over at the first gas station he saw, got out, and headed into the building.

I watched him move around the gas station.

He went to the freezer, pulled out something, then went to a middle aisle.

He then went to the checkout and came out moments later with a bag.

When he got into the Jeep, he handed it to me and said, “Get going on that food.”

I opened the bag and saw a Dr Pepper in there, as well as a Coke.

“Which one is mine?” I wondered.

“Whichever you don’t want will be mine. I like both,” he said as he backed out of the spot.

I watched as the muscles in his forearm flexed as he spun the wheel around.

Shit, even backing out of a parking lot, he was dead sexy.

I shivered and looked back toward the bag.

“I like both, too. Equally. Which one do you like better?” I questioned.

“Coke,” he answered.

I handed him the Coke and took the Dr Pepper. Taking a big swig of it, I placed it in the cup holder next to his drink and went looking through the bag again.

“How did you know that I liked Reese’s?” I wondered.

“I’ve been following you around for a month, and I can tell exactly what you do and don’t like,” he replied. “I know that when you go to the grocery store, your favorite thing to get is sushi and microwave Devour meals. I know when you go into the gas station you always come out with a Reese’s, even if you’re only running in there to pee.”

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