By the time she got to the counter, the basket was full. Troy stepped forward without a word and took one of the heavy bags, his strong arms making it look easy. Georgia carried the lighter ones.
“Thank you, Troy,” she said as they stepped back out into the sunlight.
“Of course, ma’am.” He responded smiling.
TEN MINUTES LATER
When they reached her front door, Georgia set her bags down and turned to him.
“Thank you for helping,” she said softly.
“No need to thank me, ma’am. It’s part of my duty.” He said calmly.
She smiled at him again. “Would you like to come in for coffee? I was going to make some anyway.” She said.
Troy looked surprised. He gave a small, nervous laugh. “Oh… is that okay, ma’am?”
Georgia nodded. “Yes. My father wouldn’t mind. He hired you, after all. And we’ll b
