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of work to get done.”
    “Are you sure? ‘Cause you look like hell.”
    “Actually,” Sabrina said, considering
her words, “I think I’ll do that. I need to chill out. Thanks.” Even though she
was still a bitch.
    That said, she grabbed her purse, headed
out of her office and rode the elevator to the lobby. Out of the building, she
found her car in the parking lot with no clue where she wanted to go. Maybe she
could go home and sleep in for the rest of the day. Or she could treat herself
to a new wardrobe.
    Two traffic lights and one helluva
headache later, she found herself at the grocery store shopping for nothing in
particular. Hell, she was in no mood to cook. Last time she tried that, she
damn near burned the house down while trying to fry fish for Carl the way his
mom made it. That didn’t work out too well, even though she followed the
directions of the cookbook. Some people just weren’t meant to be in the kitchen
and she was one of them.
    She dismissed those thoughts as she
killed the engine of her car and proceeded into the store. She grabbed a
shopping cart and didn’t know where to start. She felt lost like a whore in
church; just clueless. She didn’t have a shopping list and didn’t know what she
needed to buy or anything. Then she remembered she was out of deodorant and she
could use some more shampoo and conditioner as well. She wasn’t in much of a rush
so she proceeded to the first aisle she saw and browsed the cosmetic section.
She grabbed some deodorant, shampoo and a lot of conditioner. She also picked
up some lotion and other stuff that caught her eye that she didn’t need.
    The next aisle was full of crap.
Followed by another aisle full of crap, which was crowded with a bunch of
people scrounging for crap. She came across a box of pancake mix that looked
really simple when all you had to do was add water. She grabbed two just for
the hell of it and threw some syrup in the cart with it. Her cart was
practically empty compared to what some people were stocking theirs with. She
stopped near the wine section and figured it had been a while since she bought
some to sit back and relax with. She stood there for at least ten minutes
trying to make up her mind.
    “You should go with the Rosé.”
    She jumped a little and turned in the
direction of the stranger’s voice, ready to tell him off for scaring her half
to death. Heat rushed to her cheeks at the first sight of him. He was a few
inches taller than her with broad shoulders, tanned skin. He was wearing a taught
T-shirt to show off his rock-hard biceps with the words “Bite Me” scribbled in
bold red letters, a pair of dark jeans.
    “Excuse me?” she heard herself say,
grasping the bottle of wine she was holding with a much tighter grip as the
handsome stranger slowly began to advance towards her.
    “Rosé,” he repeated. “It’s pretty good;
one of my favorites actually.” By now he had pushed his shopping cart to the
side and grabbed a bottle of red wine from the shelf. “If you don’t mind my
asking, are you going to be cooking with it or just mellowing out?”
    “I-I, um,” she stuttered on as she found
herself caught up in his green-eyed gaze. Her eyes fell down to his lips—luscious
lips, that she wouldn’t mind sucking on any night. Damn. She couldn’t believe
she was getting this worked up over some stranger. She was about to say
something and saw his lips turn into a smile. Then he started laughing…at her?
    Instantly she began to think he was
laughing at her, but hell, what did she do that was so funny? Maybe it was the
fact she forgot how to talk for a moment or so. She put the wine back on the
shelf, grabbed her cart and hauled off, not giving a damn about him murmuring
something like, “Hey, wait. Aren’t you forgetting something?”
    She disregarded it and kept on walking.
    That was it. She was done shopping. She
didn’t even care about the old lady whom she accidentally hit in the ankle with
her cart as