Chapter 7
“Do I need to neutralize that threat with extreme prejudice?”
Brandon’s entire body gave a tiny jerk like I’d startled him, then he turned his head to look at me, confusion all over his face. “What?”
“You’re staring at that display like it mortally offended you.” I said, pointing with my chin. I steered the shopping cart around him and started down the next aisle. “I thought perhaps it needed to be eliminated.”
Brandon shook his head, a tiny laugh escaping. “Quinoa is evil.”
I blinked. “Pardon me?”
He dismissed that with a wave, then started walking, pulling his baseball cap down farther over his forehead. He always wore it when we went out in public, and made sure he kept it pulled low enough that it halfway obscured his features. He didn’t get recognized all that often—he
