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"Will you let me help you with that?"
"No. I don't need any help."
Neville sighs and watches her stretch her fingers toward a bag of crisps she definitely will never reach. He knows that, were he not here to witness it, she would simply scale up the shelf like a squirrel. Since he is, she stubbornly lifts up on one toe, balancing like a ballerina, one hand pressed against the edge of the grocery cart for balance.
"Ma'am, do you need some—"
"Nope," Neville says firmly, raising a large palm toward a wary-looking grocery clerk. "She doesn't need anyone's help."
Pansy shoots him a glare over her shoulder. "I've almost got it."
"You're at least four inches from the ledge, love."
She huffs in defeat, easing back down onto her heels.
Neville steps across the aisle and catches her hand.
"Can I help now? Or do you want a lift?"
She gives him a surly look but can't help smiling.
"What am I, a child?"
But when he starts to reach the very easy distance to the top shelf, she changes her mind.
"No, lift me, I still want to do it."
He growls a kiss against her neck before settling two strong hands around her waist and hoisting her up.
"Thank you," she says, still giggling triumphantly when he sets her back down, crisps in hand.