Jack
“Peanut butter…” I murmured as I scanned the jars on the shelf. I finally spotted the one I liked and grabbed two jars and set them in my already full trolley.
“Why don’t you just ask Maggie to do the shopping for you?” Tori asked as she pushed her own trolley. I groaned as I shook my head.
“Maggie is great, but this is the type of shopping I have to do for myself,” I argued as we headed to the next aisle.
“But she does the shopping for the vineyard,” she pointed out, and I actually rolled my eyes as I stopped in front of the large array of spices. I scanned the shelves and grabbed what I needed. “I’m just saying, since you hate shopping…you could just ask her to help you out,”
“I could, but I won’t,” I stated firmly. As much as I appreciated Maggie, I wasn’t interested in her
