His arms were overloaded from our shopping haul. “Seriously?” I rolled my eyes, swallowing my bite. “Take two trips.” “I can get it all in one.” “Whatever.” I shoved more crackers in my mouth. Kaine would do just about anything to avoid multiple trips from the car. When we got groceries, he’d load up every single plastic bag on his forearms, then cradle a gallon of milk and a box of ginger ale against his chest. He risked my groceries’ well-being on a regular basis because he didn’t want to take two trips.
