“You going to help me carry this stuff inside or just stand there staring?” “Think it’s okay to leave the grocery cart here? It’ll grow legs and walk away the minute we clear the door.” He looked her over from head to toe again; the sight of her shiny pink toes filled him with amusement and wonder. Her pants seemed to be black and her top was an indistinguishable grey, but her nail polish stood out. Maybe because it was attached to her nails chemically. He didn’t know the reason but being able to see it filled him with quiet happiness. When he was a kid his mom painted her nails pink like that. She cleared her throat, and he took in the annoyance on her face. It was hard not to stare at her. The first woman he’d seen in color in years. The sunlight brought out the freckles on her cheekbones and the natural coral color of her lips. No makeup on at all. Man, she might be nuts, but she was stunning. “The cart will be fine. No one bothers our stuff. C’mon. Help a girl out and do some heavy lifting.”
