claim his heart, let alone warrant an engagement ring.
âIâll deal with her later,â Phillip said as he slid the phone back into his pocket and looked out the exit door. He hoped that Donetta was still within sight, but she wasnât. He looked through the large glass window in front of him that provided a view of the parking lot, but he didnât see her out there, either. He figured she must have parked on the side of the building because if sheâd been out front sheâd still be loading her car with grocery bags right now. Phillip didnât want her to slip away for a second time. He looked at the cashier, who was moving as if he was stuck in quicksand. âHey, man, can you speed it up? Iâm trying to get out of here.â
After the bag boy put the last item in Phillipâs cart, he paid the cashier and quickly pushed his cart toward the exit. He walked out the door, and a smile returned to his face when he saw Donetta leaning against the side of the wall with her shopping cart in front of her. âYouâre still here,â he said in a low, sexy voice, happy to see her.
She smiled back at him. âYou didnât think Iâd leave without saying a proper good-bye, did you? After all, Iâm not a rude person . . . at least not anymore.â She laughed and it made him laugh, too.
He moved his cart next to hers. âIâm glad you didnât leave.â
âFive more minutes, and you wouldâve missed me because itâs freezing out here.â She shivered, rubbing the sides of her arms to keep warm. âThe temperature dropped while we were inside.â
âYeah, I think youâre right. I wish I had a jacket to offer you.â
She smiled and shook her head. âThanks, but once I get to my car Iâll be fine.â
Phillip wanted to wrap his arms around her to warm her up, but he knew he couldnât do that . . . at least not yet. âIâll walk you to your car. Where are you parked?â
She hesitated, and then pointed her slender, perfectly manicured finger. âOver there. Follow me.â
Now Phillip was certain that Donetta didnât want their time together to end, either, because instead of briskly walking to get out of the cold, she was taking her time, pushing her cart at a snailâs pace. When they finally reached her car, he wasnât surprised to see that she drove a sleek BMW, similar to the one he owned that was parked in the garage of his town house. âIâll put your bags in your trunk while you sit inside and warm up,â he offered.
Phillip quickly loaded her bags and then returned her cart to the stand in front of the store. As he walked back to her car, he could see that Donetta was staring at him, the same way he imagined heâd been staring at her in the restaurant. When she realized that he could see her watching him through her windshield, she averted her eyes. He knew that was a good sign. When he came up to her driverâs side door, she had the window rolled down and the heat turned up high.
âYou getting warm yet?â he asked.
âYes, but I canât say much for my food. Itâs going straight into the oven when I get home.â
âThe oven? You donât microwave your food?â
Donetta tilted her head and flipped her long tresses to the side as she spoke. âNot with chicken marsala. The sauce they make it with is delicate and the chicken breast can dry out in the microwave. Itâs best reheated, on low, in a conventional oven. That way it retains its moistness and flavor.â
Phillip loved that she was a woman who knew a lot about food. He was a firm believer that one of the best ways to a manâs heart was through his stomach. âYou sure do know a lot about cooking.â
âItâs my second passion. My customers at the salon rave about my cakes and pies.â
âI bet theyâre delicious.â Phillip paused, then
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