Page 67 of Bewitch

“I thought you would be at the gym,” I say lamely.

“You weren’t the only client I had today who canceled, so now, today is wide open for me.”

“And what are you doing with your time? Coming to the grocery store. Fun times.”

He laughs. “I don’t mind shopping.”

“I have to admit that I might be starting to like clothes shopping in part thanks to you.”

“Not thanks to me. You did the hard part.”

“You mean by putting up with your shit?”

We both laugh.

Since he peeked at my cart, I look at his. Chips, salsa, meat, hamburger rolls, ketchup and other condiments…

“That’s enough food for an army,” I say lightly.

“I’m having a few guys over on Sunday,” he says. “Football.”

“Baseball’s my sport.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes.” I narrow my eyes at him. “I like the Yankees.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. My grandfather used to live in New York, and when he would babysit me, he always had the games on. I would stop playing with dolls and sit with him starting at age six.”

“All right. I guess I can’t call you a bandwagoner then.”

“It’s not as if the Yankees have won a ton of championships that I can claim to have lived through and enjoyed with them as my team,” I point out. “Who do you like? If you say the cheating Astros—”

“Not the Astros. I actually like the Dodgers.”

“Bah, the Dodgers.”

“You can’t complain about us going out there and spending money on players, not when you like the Yankees.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Which football team is yours?”

“The Raiders.”

“Really? You don’t like any California team?” I ask.

“Do you follow football at all?”

“I would have to say I cheer for the 49ers, but I don’t go out of my way to watch them. I will check in to see their record throughout the season though.”

“A poser after all.”

“You want a pose?” I tilt my head to the side and bring up my hands beneath my chin and bat my eyelashes at him. “How’s that?”

“You’re ridiculous.”

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