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The door chimed and Oalked back into the shop I al over his shoulder and his hair was a little windblown

"Sorry, love" He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and nodded his head at my personal shopper "Ran into an old friend anted to catch up Couldn’t get away"

"That’s okay I’ve had fun shopping" God, thatin code? Should I be ducking behind so my head? "Did you invite them to dinner?"

"They had plans" He nuzzled my cheek and I tried to not whimper as his stubble rubbed across my skin "Looks like it will just be the two of us"

"Good" My voice came out in a husky whisper as I stared up at hiet your things and head back" He barely noticed the giant pile of things I had collected while I waited, but he did smile at the Christed

"Hm We’ll see about that" His voice all but purred and I was tempted to check and see if my panties had spontaneously co at hihtly ajar and I felt a flash of jealousy and the need to reassert ainst his chest and stroked my hand across his midsection

Whoa Those were some nice abs Owen the Assassin was ripped

Mentally I took inventory toon his button up shirt and that I was still completely dressed I had this wild desire to rip all of my clothes off when I was this close to him Helpful Heather’s expression turned a little less helpful as she watched my hand

I looked up at Owen and male pride smiled down atalong those hard lines and I had to force it to be still His sood I was embarrassed as it was, and I wasn’t sure I could keep up the charade if he calledhi? On so the attention up

Jealous Heather told us the total and quickly bagged up lued to Owen’s backside as we left the store I turned around and waved bye

"Thanks for all the help!"

Her head jerked up in embarrassment I should have felt bad, but I didn’t

"Anya blister onall day in the heels, and I ratulated myself for the sensible new shoes I’d just picked out

"I dropped off some food at the car before I came back to the shop" He put his arm around me, but I could tell his mind was elsewhere His eyes swept back and forth across the street, waiting

"Are we looking for son?"