“What I mean, Wilbur, is what are you doing here shopping in the middle of the day?” He pulls the shredded wheat from the shelf again and puts it in my basket this time, looking down at me with playful indulgence. “You need fiber, Annie Walker.” “You came all the way to town today because you had a strong suspicion my fiber intake was low?” “All the way to town, yes.” He grins lazily and I realize there’s nothing quite like the sound of this man’s voice when he’s teasing.
