“I don’t mind,” Reid said. “You must get tired of moving those boxes around.”
“I really appreciate the offer, but it’s fine. I can get it. Thank you though.”
Michael jumped her last checker and let out an exclamation of, “Woo-hoo!”
“Be a good sport, Michael,” Reid reminded him. Standing, he took a few steps toward Melody. She glanced up at him and realized he was holding his hand out to her. “Come on, let’s go take a look at the situation while Michael picks up the checkers.”
“Hey, I won!” Michael protested.
“Bus,” Reid said, hushing his child, who immediately dropped his eyes and began to pick up the checkers. His hand was still extended, and Melody hesitated, knowing the second she touched him, she would get all tingly again, and not wanting to lose her composure. “Need a hand?”
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