Claire's POV
"Who is that hot piece of meat?"
My head snapped toward her instantly. "Abby!"
"What?" she said innocently, still watching him. "I have eyes."
"You're married."
"So?" she replied, unfazed. "I can't acknowledge fine men when I see them?"
I shook my head, laughing despite myself as Caleb finally reached us, completely unaware he had just become the subject of public commentary.
"Where are your bags, ma'am?" He asked, unaware of Abby's hunter gaze and crude remarks. I stifled my laugh and so did Sasha.
Abby, however, continued to stare. I wasn't surprised. Caleb did look a bit like her fiancé. Same hair and skin tone.
I pointed in the direction of the store where we'd left them earlier. "Over there. Fair warning, there are quite a few bags. One trip would not be enough."
He gave a polite nod and headed off to retrieve them while we used the time to sort out the rest of our food situation.
