“My God, you're going to get us kicked out! Will you stop?” I scream. Donovan has picked me up and stood me facing him on the back of a shopping cart, barricading me between it and his body. Now he's running me down the isles of the grocery store at lightening speed.
“Only if you keep squealing like a three-year old.” Sharply ceasing the cart, he takes a step back causing me to fall into his arms.




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