Her face broke into a beautiful grin, her lips full and inviting. “I’m fine, but while I have you...”

Yes, you have me.

Aiden drifted back to taking her in. He was mesmerized by her hair. It was huge and flowing with loose black curls that framed her oval face. One of those curls fell carelessly down her forehead, making Aiden grip his cart tighter. He wanted to push that curl aside and kiss her.

“...maybe you can tell me where I could find the yogurt.”

“I’m sorry?”

Her dark eyes twinkled with laughter. “Do you know where I could find the yogurt?”

Aiden couldn’t remember anything about the layout of the SuperValu; where he’d gone or where he was going, before seeing her face. “Yogurt?”

“Back that way,” said the mother of the two rowdy boys. She pulled one of the towheaded children by the jacket while the other hung off the cart.

“Oh, thank you!” The gorgeous woman started off in the direction that Aiden had come from. “Sorry again, for hitting you,” she said to him.

“No worries,” he said, mentally kicking himself. He knew damn well where the yogurt was. Aiden looked over his shoulder, his eyes following her as she navigated through the crowd of shoppers. Just as he suspected, she was just as sexy from behind. With several more items on his shopping list, he wondered if he would run into her again. She’d disappeared around the corner, minding her own business, just as he should have done. Aiden pushed forward, mourning his sudden loss of speech.

When he reached the paper towels, he threw paper plates and plastic cutlery in his basket. No sense in doing dishes if he didn’t have to. He paused in the paper goods aisle and debated if he needed some salmon or if he needed to follow the woman he crashed into. The fish was a given, he’d get that momentarily, but that woman... She would be easy to spot again. As far as Aiden could tell, she was the only black woman in the store. She sounded American too, her voice throaty and warm with no discernable trace of a European or African accent. There wasn’t a point to wondering all of this if she was staying in Clifden. She was probably shopping for her and her boyfriend. They would probably enjoy the weekend’s festivities, hugged up in an adorable B&B. Get a hold of yourself!

Aiden walked through a fog to get several frozen shepherd’s pies and pizzas, before grabbing a bag of crisps. The smoked salmon he chucked into his cart would be the healthiest thing in there. Where’s the brown bread?

Aiden didn’t see the woman when he made it to the checkout line. Perhaps that was for the best. Getting to Tully Cross before dark was more important. The sooner he could unpack, the sooner he could set up shop at the local pub and catch up with the villagers. The lines were alarmingly long and he had the misfortune to park right behind the oldest woman in the world. He closed his eyes and asked St. Anthony, patron saint of lost things and the elderly, to help him find his patience for her. Something hard bumped against his ass and he heard a light chuckle. He opened his eyes and turned around. To see her.