CHAPTER SEVEN
“THIS IS RIDICULOUS.” Connie moved her cart through the frozen food aisle of the grocery store that night. “When did frozen meals get so expensive?”
“I was thinking the same thing.” Grayson Paul stood behind her, smiling over her shoulder. “Hey.”
“Grayson.” She chuckled, doing a double take. “I didn’t see you.”
“I was in the diary section.” He peeked into her cart, smiling through his silver-black goatee. “Doesn’t look like you’re having much luck finding anything to eat. Frozen food prices are horrendous.”
“You’re telling me.” She got a pasta dinner from the shelf. “Nine dollars for this?” She set it back in place. “I don’t eat frozen dinners, but didn’t feel like cooking tonight and fast food wouldn’t be smart.” She patted her soft stomach. “Getting a little thick in t
