Lynsay Sands Quote

It’s okay. There’s no one to contact or worry. No one? Leigh asked and she could hear the frown in her voice. Valerie shook her head. I was an only child. My grandparents died one after another of heart attacks and cancer as I was growing up and my parents died three years ago in a car accident. There’s just myself and an aunt who moved to Texas thirty years ago. I’ve only seen her twice since then. At her parents’ funerals. She shrugged. Other than Christmas cards, we don’t stay in touch. Oh, Leigh said softly and fell silent. What about friends? Anders asked, and Valerie nearly jumped out of her skin. Both at his sudden joining of the conversation and because of his chest brushing her back as he reached around her to set a small Petsmart bag on the counter. Waste pick-up bags, he murmured by her ear, his fingers drifting lightly over her bare upper arm as his hand withdrew. Since Lucian was here to keep you safe, I popped out and picked them up for you. Valerie stared blankly at the bag, aware that shivers were running down her spine and goose bumps were popping up on her skin where his breath and fingers had passed. She had to wonder how she could be staring at something so unsexy and be so turned on at the same time. A muffled laugh drew Valerie’s confused gaze to Leigh and the other woman grinned at her as she said, That was sweet of you, Anders. Yes, it was, Valerie said and then paused to clear her throat when it came out froggy. Thank you. Mind you, Leigh added. Red roses might have been sweeter than red doggie pooh bags. I’ll keep that in mind for next time, Anders responded. Valerie flushed and turned back to the pancakes. What Leigh was suggesting would have been appropriate if they were dating or something, but they weren’t, and she did appreciate his running out to get her the bags. She didn’t want to repay Leigh for allowing her into her home by leaving little Roxy gifts all over their yard . . . And what did his response mean exactly?