We laugh together and after she steps back, I jump down from the counter.
CHAPTER 10
Lexi
Friday
Walking through the local grocery store, I’m pushing the cart while Shayna rattles off items that she remembers that we need. Nodding, I am basically just following her around as she tosses items in the cart. I already know our final bill is over two hundred dollars with the amount of things she has in here already.
“Do you think I should go ahead and grab two?” she asks me, placing a large bottle of pink moscato in the cart.
“Might as well,” I say with a laugh. “It’s not like we won’t drink it.”
She nods and says, “Well, you’re not wrong.” Grabbing another bottle and sitting it right next to the other one. We both stand staring at the list checking that everything that we need for the next week has already made it into our cart.
“Shit. We need more coffee and creamer,” she says and heads off to the other aisle, as I follow her dutifully. When I turn the corner, I see someone that makes my feet hesitate and my heart skip. I do a double take but he turns quickly around.
My feet move quickly following Shayna. It can’t be. There is no way he would find me here in Savannah. Even if he knew I was here, how would he find me in such a big town? There is no way. My eyes are deceiving me.
As I make it to Shayna, I glance over my shoulder again and the guy is gone. Yep, I definitely imagined it. Staring behind me, checking everyone there, I hear Shayna place a few more things in our basket. My ears are ringing from anxiety. I can’t hear anything besides the incessant humming and blood rushing in my ears. I slowly turn back around and Shayna is staring at me.
She glances behind me as well, then back at me. “Everything okay?” she asks.
“Oh… um… yeah,” I say, giving my head a little shake and laugh. “What else are we missing?” I ask moving to look at her little list.
She stares at me with brows furrowed trying to make out if I’m lying, and then looks down at the list as well. “I think that’s everything. Besides the bagels, they are up front with the bread. We can grab them on the way out,” she says and we move in unison toward the front of the store.
I keep looking from side to side as I pass aisles, checking to see if I find that guy again. Maybe if I can see his face more clearly, it will give me a little assurance that I was seeing things. But whoever it was, must be on the other side of the store or left. He’s nowhere to be found. Shayna grabs the bagels and we make our way to the cashiers.
After we have paid for everything, and all the bags are in our cart we make our way to Shayna’s SUV. We’re getting in, now that all the items are closed up in the back. Shayna places thekey in the ignition but doesn’t turn the engine over. Once I’m buckled in, I look over at her and see she’s staring at me.
“Would you like to tell me what happened in there?” she asks.
“What do you mean?”
She gives me a look that screams‘Don’t play with me’. I release a breath and roll my eyes. “Fine. There was a guy in there that looked a lot like Jason and it just set my anxiety on high alert is all. But I know it wasn’t him. Couldn’t be,” I say.
Shayna watches me for a minute and something passes over her eyes. Hopefully I convinced her I’m okay. She nods and starts the engine. Backing out of the parking spot we head out of the lot towards home. As we pass the front entrance doors of the store, I see the guy who I thought was Jason walking out with nothing in his hands. He’s wearing a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses. How did I ever just assume some random guy was Jason.
As I look, his head follows us to the exit as he just stands there. I could literally feel his eyes on me. Looking forward again, I keep telling myself it’s not him. It’s definitely not him. When I look into the side mirror, the guy is gone. I know my mind is just playing tricks on me.
“Are you all set to start back to work Monday?” Shayna asks me as she’s stirring the sauteed onions, peppers and mushrooms she’s making on the stove. In another pan she’s steaming asparagus and in the oven she’s slow cooking a roast with baby potatoes and carrots. The smell of her cooking is making my mouth water. I wasn’t hungry before, but now I’m ravenous. I’msitting at the kitchen island counter watching her cook with a cold glass of wine.
“Yeah. That reminds me, I have a missed call from Matthew,” I say. Shayna places a lid on top of the vegetables she is sauteing, grabs her glass of wine and turns to face me.
Leaning her arms on the counter, she opens her mouth to speak as the boys come running into the kitchen. Both of our heads immediately turn their way.
“Mom, can we go to the skate park down the street?” Landon asks excitedly. Shayna looks over to Darian, standing at the end of the counter.
“Are you going to watch him while you’re there and who all is going to be there?” she asks her oldest son.
“I’m going to hang out with CJ. He has to take Carter with him so I figured Landon and him can play together,” he says shrugging.
“Yeah, but are you going to watch him?” she asks again, a little more sternly.
“Yeah, mom. I won’t let him out of my sight. Okay?” he replies.
“Please, mom. I want to go play with Carter,” Landon pleads.
