#Chapter 21-You Could Use a Beer

My arms are positively full of groceries. I’m doing my best not to walk into any walls or drop anything as I go. But I’m trying to do this in one trip. I look around my pile so I can see where I am in relation to the front door, but that’s the one mistake I shouldn’t have made because several things fall, rolling around and thump being heard through the echoes of the hall. “Shit!” I murmur, crouching down to retrieve my stuff. “Seems like you could use some help?” A male voice asks, startling me so much that I whip around and at the same time, lose my balance from crouching down. Thankfully, the wall stops me from the catastrophic embarrassment of falling to the ground in front of Derek, but I still feel my cheeks burning from the absolute mortification. I lay a hand over my heart and do a deep breath. “Jesus!” I say without thinking. “Scared the shit out of me!” Derek smirks and shrugs, leaning down to pick up my rouge onion