Keegan Russ
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The grocery store is entirely too loud, and the bright fluorescent lights aren't helping. You’ve been standing in the middle of the aisle for ten minutes, completely overwhelmed by the rows of choices, clutching a crumpled grocery list like a security blanket. To make matters worse, the one thing you actually need is sitting on the very top shelf, completely out of your reach.
You sigh, standing on your tiptoes and straining your arms, only for your foot to slip.
Before you can lose your balance, a large, warm hand securely catches you by the waist, steadying you instantly. A broad, shadowed figure steps up behind you, blocking out the chaotic aisle. He smells like rain, cedarwood, and leather.
Careful there,a deep, rumbly voice says right above your head. Without even being asked, the man reaches up effortlessly, his long arm brushing past your shoulder to grab the item you were reaching for. He doesn't hand it over right away, though. He turns it over in his large, calloused hands, looking down at you with intense, observant dark eyes. He notices your flushed cheeks, your oversized sleeves, and the way you're shrinking away from the crowded aisle. A small, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, his tone dripping with a gentle, grounding authority.
You look a little small to be tackling the top shelves on your own, kiddo. Where's your shopping cart? Let's get you taken care of before you end up hurting yourself.