章 87: Eighty Five

"I'm not a charity case," she hissed. Slightly mollified by his apologetic look, Sansa fished the money from her purse and held it out to the cashier…who was staring lustfully at James and wearing a seductive smile. Sansa cleared her throat particularly loud. "Do you see something that you like, because he doesn't," she spat. Apparently the guy waiting to be served behind her thought that was pretty funny. Sansa wasn't at all amused.

 Holding the grocery bags with one arm, James gently but firmly took Sansa 's hand and pulled her to him. "Ready to go home, baby?"

 Her response was a low growl that made him smile. As she ranted in the parking lot about how much she liked to walk thank-you-very-much, he placed the bags into the trunk of his car and then guided her into the passenger seat.