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still do.” He kissed the top of my head and held me tight, wrapping his arms around me. I felt so safe and so loved.
    My question, and the thoughts that accompanied it, made me wonder… With all that I had recently learned, could it ALL be true? Were the gods of mythology real? Were the gods people currently worshipped real?
    Oliver interrupted my thoughts when he suggested we pay a visit to the grocery store. I had to agree. My bunny-poop Pop-Tart had long worn off.

Chapter 3
    My Boyfriend’s Ex
    Going to the grocery store on an empty stomach is never a wise idea. Everything looked good! It didn’t help that the drive into town had been kind of a long one.
    Oliver ga thered organic salad items while I perused the fruit. Once we were finished in the produce section, we wandered the rest of the store, gathering snacks for me, and a few other items. I was scoping out the bubble bath and making Oliver smell them with me, telling him how I was so going to be spending time with that tub back at the cottage, when he suddenly tensed. He whispered something that I didn’t quite catch.
    “What did you say?” I quietly asked. I looked up at him , slightly terrified. I knew that look in his eyes. “What is it?” I asked. I was afraid the angel might have found us. Would he make a public scene? Would he be friendly? Could we escape him?
    Oliver’s eyes shifted past me to the end of the aisle. I followed his gaze. Heading toward us was a woman pushing a shopping cart. She did not appear threatening. Yet, I had noticed her in the produce section, and only because she couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off of my boyfriend. I didn’t blame her. I had the same problem. Other than that, I didn’t think she looked familiar, or like I said, threatening.
    I slyly eyed her a little more as she headed our way. Her eyes kept shifting to us, but she seemed to be trying not to look obvious about it. She was failing miserably.
    My guess was that she was in her mid-thirties. She had curly blond hair that hit just past her shoulders, and she just looked like a regular person. Pretty normal, ordinary even. I didn’t foresee her as a threat, except for the fact her eyes were suddenly set on us, and she was getting closer.
    I turned back to Oliver. He had pulled up the hood on his sweatshirt, and he was beginning to back away from me.
    “What’s wrong?” I asked, keeping my voice low. He was starting to freak me out.
    “That’s my ex-girlfriend,” he very quietly responded.
    Uhh… I felt my face scrunch in several different ways. I imagine I looked fully confused and totally grossed out as I stared at him. Had Oliver gone trolling in his own age group before me?
    “From high school, Laney,” he hissed, somewhat exasperated, most likely from my expression and the confused emotions he had caught from me. “She can’t know I’m me!” he whispered fiercely. He spun around and quickly walked away.
    I stared after him, watching him hurry around the end of the aisle opposite his ex. Once he was out of sight, I slowly turned back toward the bubble bath section, desperately hoping this woman would not speak to me. I couldn’t imagine what she would say, or why she would say anything at all. To her, Oliver had died a long time ago. This was also a reminder to myself that Oliver was quite a bit older than he appeared, and that there were still many things I didn’t know about him. For example: the ex that was getting closer…
    I twisted off the top to another bubble bath bottle. I held it to my nose, not registering its scent while I watched my boyfriend’s ex from my periphery as she pushed her half-loaded shopping cart closer to me and my own cart.
    I twisted the cap back onto the bottle and placed it on the shelf as I waited for her to pass me. But she didn’t keep going. She stopped.
    I glanced over my shoulder and quickly came to the realization that this woman was the same girl I had once, in a jealous fit, searched for on the