But his eyes met hers for the brief instant.

And in the look, a shock of fear convulsed into her.

She spun around once more, grasping the lip of the shelf as she struggled to settle her breathing.

Just forget him. Proceed to the cashier, pay, and leave. Simple.

But when she left the aisle, she saw him again behind her, following several steps. And his footfalls were too deliberate to be coincidence.

Her heart accelerated.

She clenched her hand tighter around her coat. Standing in place by the register, with him close, was a risk. No! She was not going to do that.

She stiffly turned into another aisle....