Ambrosia POV
I had a collapsible cart that I used to tote around my wares, and after putting away the groceries Elijah had brought, I loaded it down and headed to the mailbox. I was surprised to find him there by the time I arrived.
“You’re fast,” I said, allowing the appreciation to show on my face.
“Of course,” he replied, “I couldn’t leave my precious mate waiting for me.” He jumped out of the truck and lowered the tailgate. “Let me,” he said, when I started picking up boxes.
Like hell I was going to let him do all the work. I picked the box up and handed it off to him, letting him load them, but doing my part as well. When we finished, I collapsed the cart and he chucked that in too. “These boxes have a… uh… distinct odor. What’s in there?”
“Herb blends for cooking, blends for te
