“I suppose you have to buy a ton of cat food,” Dez said as they maneuvered carts into the supermarket.
“Yes, but not from here, not with the markup. I buy it wholesale.”
“You…want to split up?” Dez asked. He didn’t want to impose himself on Fran. The guy had given him a lift, but that didn’t mean he wanted Dez trailing him around the store like a puppy.
“No. Unless you want to.”
“It would probably be faster.”
“What, you have a hot date or something?”
Dez barked a laugh. “Yeah, chance would be a fine thing.”
“You can’t have any trouble getting dates.”
A flush rose in Dez’s neck and face. “Let’s say I have trouble getting second dates.”
“Oh, dear. What do you do to those poor women?”
Was that a test? Did Fran want to know which s*x he dated? Did that mean…?
A certain liveliness in
