ELEVEN

feel like a child in a pair of brand new shoes as we make our way inside the supermarket. I haven't stopped grinning like a fool ever since Red slid the sneakers on my feet. Really, I'm having a break from my normality.

I do love shoes. Well, maybe it's because of my job and all, plus having a husband with kinky for long legs in high heels. I wear them more often than any other type of shoes. But Red is right; I should free my legs at times.

Naturally, while thinking of this, my eyes find my bodyguard's, and his stunned eyebrow makes me chuckle. He's become less uptight after our little tête-a-tête outside the car earlier. No more awkwardness and I believe it's much better this way.

"Do you need help?" Red asks when we finally walk in, his face casual and relaxed.

"Yes. Hold the cart for me please," I say and he nods.

This is probably the largest supermarket in the town. I find everything I need for the kitchen and bathrooms, for it's what needs the most attention. I fill the cart wit