The bus stop that would take her home was nearby. She really should spring for a taxi, but the fact was she’d decided to return that woman’s money to her. She should never have taken the job in the first place, and while that guy didn’t look heartbroken, it was still wrong. She didn’t have a scrap of food in the house since she’d put off grocery shopping, so she had to grab something microwaveable from here. Nothing behind the glass display appealed. That might have to do with a fear that opening the door would subject her to a cold blast of air. She’d had enough to last a lifetime. She couldn’t feel her toes as it was. “You?” Shannon spun around only to squeak in surprise at the man standing behind her. At the restaurant she’d noticed how tall he was when he stood up—maybe six-two or three if she had to guess. In his heavy winter coat, his shoulders appeared more imposing. The man was so big he could crush her, which was nice since almost every man that had ever showed an interest in her was either the same height or shorter by a few inches.
