“It says this way to the manor,” Doug tugged Lily’s sleeve.
“I know,” she shrugged to release his hold. At thirty-four, he was really quite too old to tug on clothing for attention.
“So why are we going in the opposite?”
She wondered how it was that there was a time when the nasal tone of his petulance didn’t bother her. Had she simply ignored it in the beginning, when infatuation took precedence to logic? Doug was still easy on the eyes, but her heart had become wiser.
“Because the manor will still be there later, while this Farmer’s Market stall might not.”
“What’s wrong with Big-Mart?”
Her lips tightened. She couldn’t believe he actually whined. “Big-Mart has no proper food. Everything’s processed. And anyway, I’d much rather support local farmers than corporate executives.”
She cringed at the sound of her own voice. She’d become her mother. To her boyfriend.