An unexpected touch to her should her caused her to jump. She scared easily.
"Need a hand, Princess? You look as if you're struggling." She whipped her head around and gaped at Grant, who was watching her in amusement. She gave him a dirty look, pondering how long he had been watching her struggle. She casually shrugged her shoulder and he leant over her, pressing his chest against her arm and reached for the lemon juice. The touch was too close for comfort.
"Didn't think to help sooner?" She scowled at him and thought she should feel bad for being so rude. But honestly, she didn't have the energy. Her new job left her with little sleep.
"Well, I was quite enjoying watching you work up a sweat, little thing."
Just because she couldn't reach the top shelf didn't mean she was a little thing, it meant that the shelves were too bloody high.
"You know this is about the time you say thanks."
"I was getting there." She was moody and she knew it.
Grant knew it too as he stifled a laugh. "Wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, Princess? Or is it that you didn't wake up in the right bed?"
Any other day she would have appreciated his flirting. Today, it was plain annoying.
"Leave her alone, Grant." Dylan walked down the isle, heading straight for them and dumped a load of shopping in Grant's trolly. He gave her a smile and she could have sworn she swooned. His smile was incredibly unfair. She wondered if she would ever be immune to how devastatingly gorgeous he was. She doubted it.
"Ally Mae." He gave her a nod of his head and his smiled turned coy. "Baking one of your Ma's lemon sponges?" He asked, eyeing up the contents of her trolly.
"Yeah, thought it might cheer her up." The lack of independence brought from wearing a splint was beginning to play with her mums happiness. It upset her and she was counting down the days until it could come off.
"Going to save me a slice, Princess?" Grant pipped up and she smiled back at him. Her foul mood had promptly ceased with the presence of Dylan. She hated that.
"Depends on how fat I'm feeling later."
Dylan sneered at Grant as he laughed. He was very close to strangling him. Before his friend had a chance to reply he grabbed the handle of Ally's trolly. "I'll meet you later, Grant." He marched off, pushing her trolly before him. Scampering to catch up, Ally followed him. "Dyl, what are you doing?"
"Helping you to shop. Now what's next on your list."
"But I don't need your help." She stood still behind him and he turned to look at her.
"You say that like I care." He pointed to the list in her hands. "What else do you need?"
"Icing." She replied and he took off down the aisle before she had further time to object.
They continued to shop in silence, the only words spoken were when she read the next item off her list. At checkout he packed her shopping away and carried it to her car despite her protests.
She slammed the car boot and watched Dylan walk to the passenger side and open the door. "Again, what do you think you're doing?"
"Don't think I did your shopping for the hell of it. I want a slice of this cake we're about to bake."
"You're going to help me bake a cake?" She asked dubiously.
"That's what I said, now get in the car and drive, Wright. I'm hungry." She climbed into her car in bewilderment. Casting a glance at, she smiled at him in bemusement.
