Frost on the Green (The Green Girl sequel) ✓

Chapter 20

Caden’s POV

So far so good, I thought, placing the last can of pet food on the shelf. I took the basket with which I’d carried the containers and headed towards the storage, checking the isles as I went by for anything that could be running out of stock.

The first week was indeed going well. I had not had a quarrel with the clients, my co-workers or our manager. Having Keegan and Asher share shifts with me made things easier even though Kee was not here today; it was four days after we’d started at the store yet that lucky bastard already had a day off.

Then again, you don’t get paid on your day off.

I paused as I was passing the candy stand; they had some of Alice’s favorite lollypops here, the ones with the juicy filling at the center.

I grinned, remembering the first time I’d seen her have one.

I’d been about a year ago and we’d just introduced her to Cillian. I’d gone to hook up with some girl – I didn’t even remember her name or how she looked now – and when I came back Alice had just been telling my favorite bartender and some of the patrons how the best part of sucking it was when it was all over and the juicy liquid spilled in her mouth. Having just walked in the pub and hearing her talk about sucking, I’d thought she’d meant a whole other type of “juicy liquid”.

That had probably been the first time I saw her as a sexy teenager and not little Alice.

Why had I wasted my time on the other girl that night instead of spending the whole evening at Cillian’s with Alissa?

Anyway, water under the bridge now.

I should buy some of these lollypops for her once I was done with my shift which was… Well, what do you know? In five minutes.

“Excuse me, young man?”

I turned around to see the perfect depiction of a sweet old lady: quaint long brown skirt, a knitted vest, white locks showing underneath the time-worn hat and a polite smile on her wrinkled face.

“Would you be so kind as to hand me the canned beans from the top of that shelf?” She pleaded.

“Of course,” I replied, reaching for the ones with in the red can.

“Oh, no, dearie; the ones with the green label,” the old lady corrected. “Yes, those. Now could you go to the opposite isle and bend down to take some flour for me? My joints hurt, I would not ask you otherwise. Yes, that brand will do.”

I put both items in her overflowing shopping basket.

“Are you done shopping?” I inquired.

“For today, yes. I found everything I needed in your lovely store.”

“Would you like me to carry the basket to the cash register for you? It looks rather heavy.”

“Thank you, dearie, you are such a nice boy,” she surprised me by patting me on the cheek. “But there is some life in this old girl yet; I’ll carry my groceries myself. Such a nice boy indeed,” she kept on murmuring whilst turning around and sauntering away. I’d moved to follow but her next words rooted me on the spot:

“Such a nice young boy with such a nice ass.”

The old lady kept on walking and muttering to herself.

“Should’ve made him get me more things just for the view. But there is always tomorrow…”

She swirled around the shelves, leaving me to gape at the spot where she’d been.