Chapter Twenty-Five
Beth
I had been living on take-out and vending machine food for too long. An empty fridge waited at home, except for the “science experiment” in back, which was mega gross, so I changed clothes and headed to the grocery store still open after ten at night.
Cruising the junk food aisle, I debated between chips and cookies.
Another cart rammed into mine, jamming the handle into my stomach and knocking my breath out in a whoosh. I wrenched my cart away. “Watch where you’re going, jerk!”
“Beth?”
Oh God…only one man on Earth says my name like that.
“Jacob. Wow, it’s been…”
November 2007 and I ran into him in the supermarket three blocks from my home.
What were the odds?
“A long time, yeah.” Same ocean-blue eyes, same cheekbones, same t-shirt and jeans. “Only you an
