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smirked at me. I frowned at her but sucked on it anyway blowing out a weak ass cloud of vapor.
    “There you go darlin’. Go get dressed.” Doc leaned back and I lifted her down off the bar gently, but damned if Ashton didn’t go into the kitchen. She came back out with a bottle of kitchen cleaner and a roll of paper towels and deliberately cleaned the bar where she’d been. Chandra laughed and I fought not to grin.
    “Sunshine that bar is cleaner than it’s ever been even after you’re pretty little ass has been on it. Go get dressed so we can go.” I said and she stood there and blushed all the way to the roots of her pretty auburn hair. Her eyes welled with tears.
    “I’m sorry, sir.” She whispered.
    “Hey, no. It’s Trig or keep callin’ me Ethan. There is no ‘sir’ here. Not anymore.” My lips compressed into a thin line and she nodded, eyes wide and bolted for a different room. She came back a minute later. The tee fit, the shorts were a bit tight and she wore the button down open over it all. It wasn’t the best look but it wasn’t enough to land her on the Walmartians website or anything.
    I nodded, satisfied. Chandra threw down a pair of oversized leopard print flip flop s onto the floor and Ashton jumped at the sharp slap but obediently stepped into them. She looked like a child playing dress up.
    “How old are you Ashton?” I asked. She looked up sharply.
    “Thirty, why?” she asked. Shit I was only six years older than her.
    “ Just curious. Ready?” she sucked in a long breath and let it out slowly.
    “I suppose.” She said nervously.
    That made two of us.
    When we got to the store Ashton looked around herself dubiously and her small hand found mine as soon as we set foot inside. Didn’t take me long to figure out she’d never been to a Wal Mart. We went into the clothing section she stopped cold.
    “What?” I asked, startled.
    “I haven’t bought my own clothes since I graduated college… since Chadwick and I got married.” She whispered.
    “Get what you want babe.” I said as soothingly as possible.
    “What would you like?” she asked and I could tell it was an automatic trained response. It made my heart heavy to hear it and I touched her shoulder lightly. She flinched and turned looking up at me with those wide golden eyes.
    “Doesn’ t matter Sunshine, you just pick what you want.” I nudged her towards the racks of clothes and she turned back to me.
    “I don’t know what to get, I mean what…” she looked near tears and I couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t know what I could afford.
    “Just get what you need baby. I’ll figure it out.” I said.
    She selected a pair of those black stretchy work out pants, a pair of jeans and some other things. I stopped paying attention. She got herself bras and underwear and socks and a pair of running shoes and a pair of sandals. She looked so damned solemn and lost moving through the aisles and I was doing a slow burn.
    One I wanted to kill her asshole ex. Two I just plain wanted her , which was fucked up all on its own. I scrubbed a hand over my face and asked if she was done. She looked at me and asked softly about a toilet and I looked at her confused.
    “What?” I asked.
    “I asked if I may please go to the toiletries section… tooth brush, tooth paste… that sort of thing?” she was trembling again and I found myself nodding.
    “Yeah, yeah whatever you need babe,” and I was surprised to find I meant it. I mean I was no rich fuck like her hubby but I wasn’t no slouch either. I could afford this trip and I was surprised to find that I really didn’t mind paying for her things. Just something about her, I wanted to fix it. She was too pretty, and from everything I had been able to see so far, too sweet, to have something like this happen to her.
    I took her over near the pharmacy and she picked out an inexpensive tooth brush and some toothpaste on sale and I smiled. We rounded to the shampoo section and