Climbing out of my car, I drop my phone and keys into my purse, then sling it over my body, before walking into the grocery store.
By the time I reach the main entrance I am sweating. It is a typical hot Phoenix day, and I am wearing my favorite pair of denim cut offs, with purple crop top, and my purple Converse to keep somewhat cool.
Thankfully, my hair is up in a messy ponytail, although I left my bangs to air dry, with some strands framing my face. No point styling it in this heat.
It is my turn to pick up this week’s groceries, well, the things that Aunt Cass does not grow at home. We have fruits and vegetables growing in a greenhouse she had built years ago that is equipped for the Arizona heat, after watching a TV show about a family who helps people live off the grid.
Collecting a cart, I pull out the list I have, because I need to write things down as I have a memory like Dory the fish sometimes.
Adding some flour and yeast to the cart, there is no need for eggs as we have five chickens who give us fresh eggs every day. I did look into getting a milking goat, but Aunt Cass says they are too loud for where we live.
Biting my lip as I look along one of the aisles, deciding what kind of soda I want, I’m totally lost in the variety, until I hear my name being called.
Turning around to see who it is, I do a double take, my head snapping back in the direction of the voice. I see the man I once crushed on walking toward me with a bright smile on his stupid handsome face.
“Stevie, I thought that was you. Fuck, you look different,” Logan says brightly.
For some reason, my hackles spike.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I know I was what they call a tomboy when we were in high school, but he doesn’t have to sound so freaking shocked that I grew up.
His smile falters, his hands going up in a surrender motion.
“I just mean that you look good. Different from the last time I saw you.”
“Oh, so you saw me back then. Could have fooled me.” Shit, why am I being a cow to him?
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath to calm myself. Breathing out, I open my eyes and see him regarding me.
“Sorry. It is a shock seeing you after all these years.” He nods at my lame explanation.
“I know. It is crazy that I bumped into you.”
“I heard you were back,” I state, my hands gripping the cart tighter.
I do not know why I am reacting like this, he has only come to say ‘Hi’ but my mind goes back to high school where I was an afterthought for him.
“How have you been?” he asks me.
Licking my lips, I take him in, thinking over my answer. He is still freaking good looking; his blond hair is a little longer on top, and you can see by the way the strands flow that he runs his fingers through it.
He has a sexy stubble on his jaw, and his blue eyes regard me as he takes me in. I notice the leather cut on his shoulders and my eyes bug out of my head. He is in an MC, but not any MC, the Rugged Skulls MC.
“You are with the Rugged Skulls?” my voice a little high-pitched, making him laugh.
“I am. I-.” He stops, and ponders. “Why don’t we go for a coffee and catch up?”
My brain stutters in my skull, and I blink at him. Logan inches forward, resting a hand on my bare shoulder, making me shiver at the touch. His brows dip a little, and I swear his eyes darken, but maybe I am seeing things.
“You okay?” I nod mutely.
Do I want to go for coffee with my teen crush? Hell, yeah. Do I want to hear about him and my ex-bestie getting back together? Hell, no, but I do not know if that is actually happening.
So I jump right in.
“Umm, I need to finish my shopping, but I can meet up with you in a little bit. That good for you?”
“Give me your phone.” His voice rolls over me, making my nipples tighten.