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“Are you well, miss?”
Grace yanked herself out of her fantasies and blinked up at him. “Oh, yes, sorry. I’m fine. Thank you.”
The staccato burst of words was out of character from her, but the intensity of his hazel eyes mixed with the scent of rich coffee undid her usual poise.
“Are you sure? You look a little off-kilter.” He nodded to the way she clutched the blankets to her chest like a shield.
She grimaced and dropped the fabric into her cart. “No, I’m good. But I do need to get going.” She gestured to where he blocked the aisle. “If you could move, that would be great.”
He stepped back with an amused smile as she pushed the cart ahead into his space. She didn’t like being cornered, and she wouldn’t be held back by a stranger.
“I’ll see you around, miss.” That velvety voice caressed her spirit and made her turn.
“Not if I see you first.” She’d meant to sound like a warning but it came out like a challenge.
“I’ll be sure you’ll find me, then.” And he winked.
She ignored the feminine fluttering in her gut as she strode away to pay for her groceries. The last thing she needed was to get involved with anyone while she was on leave. Hell, she wouldn’t be there long enough. And she refused to have one-night-stands. She’d tried and found them dreary, like the empty calories in a candy bar – tasted great at first, but left her with no satisfaction.
I’m starting a new command next week. I don’t need complications.
She kept reminding herself of that as she paid for her things and hurried back to her car, the memory of a velvety voice, pale hazel eyes, and those full lips dogging her every step.