Eva's pov
The fluorescent lights above hummed softly as Eva stacked the cans onto the metal shelf, aligning each label with careful precision.
The air carried a layered scent of fresh bread from the bakery section, a faint sweetness from ripened fruit, and the sharper, colder smell drifting from the refrigerated aisles.
"I didn't expect to find you here,” a deep and velvety voice spoke from behind her.
Evangeline startled, the can slipped from her fingers, clattering loudly against the floor and rolling a short distance before stopping. Her breath caught as she turned.
Killian stood behind her, clad in a dark suit with his hands shoved in his pant pockets.
Her heart began to race seeing him again and especially here.
What was a man like Killian Blackwood doing in a grocery store?
