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looked guilty. “We have to go grocery shopping. I didn’t have time to do it before this morning.” The fact she caught him volunteering hung in the air between them. Or maybe that was just him. People like Kyra weren’t embarrassed over their contributions to improving society.
    He shook it off and considered suggesting she head on out to the store while he settled into their new digs, but she still looked off-kilter, so he said instead, “Let’s go, then. But if I have to go grocery shopping with you, I get to drive your car.”
    “Hell, no. Not the way you drive.”
    He grabbed the key ring she’d left sitting on the kitchen counter and grinned. “Let’s go, baby.”
    “You are not driving my car.”
    “Yes, I am. And if you don’t go with me, you’re going to be living on frozen pizza and beer for the foreseeable future.” He taunted her by waving the key ring in her face.
    With surprising speed, she snatched it from his hand. She then headed for the door, tossing over her shoulder, “I’m driving. And if you don’t go with me, I can’t promise there will be any booze in the house.”
    Without looking back, she sauntered out of the house. He chased after her. Maybe she was tougher than he thought.
    • • •
    Well, that was stupid
, Kyra admonished herself. She doubted very much Quinn had any interest in shopping with her. She could have done it by herself, which would have been a hell of a lot less stressful. Instead, she’d taunted him and he’d risen to the bait, and now she was walking through the neighborhood grocery store, filling a cart while Quinn pushed it and made occasional comments about her purchases. It was decidedly domestic and did not remotely fit the image of Quinn she’d developed over the past six months. Although, neither did volunteering at a church in a poor section of town, but then again, that could simply be a trait his parents ingrained into him, just like it was with her.
    They had their first semi-argument when they reached the meat department. She added chicken breasts and pork chops to the cart and was about to head toward the seafood case when he stopped.
    “That’s it?” he said as he eyed the sparse selection of meat in the cart. “Where’s the beef?”
    “I don’t eat red meat very often,” she said. “It isn’t healthy.”
    “Fuck healthy,” he muttered, and he walked over to the selection of red meats. “It’s good.”
    She waited, tapping her foot impatiently while he took his sweet time selecting the exact cut of steak, with the precise amount of marbling that he wanted. And another. As well as a family-sized package of ground chuck.
    When he gave her a smug smile, she said, “Are you done yet?”
    “For now.”
    “You’re going to die of a heart attack before you’re forty.”
    “There are worse ways to go.”
    What a decidedly morbid outlook on life.
    He paused again as they were passing the wine and liquor aisle. She’d already added a case of her own favorite beer, Summer Shandy, which she’d been thrilled to see had shown up on the shelves just this week. Quinn had also tossed into the cart the largest bottle of Jack Daniels he could find. She was surprised when he walked over to stand in front of the red wine selection.
    “What are you doing now?” she asked.
    “A good steak deserves a good bottle of wine,” he responded, and eventually he pulled two bottles off the shelf and, without a word, dared her to challenge his selection.
    “You sure are strange,” she commented as they headed to the checkout registers.
    “How so?”
    “You complain that I am buying too many vegetables, but then you spend ten minutes selecting the perfect cut of steak and another ten selecting the perfect bottle of wine. Don’t you think a good steak deserves a good side as well?”
    Quinn shrugged. “I’ve got the steak and wine covered. The rest is up to you.”
    As they unloaded groceries onto the conveyer belt, she found herself asking,