A normal man, the kind that all of Alex's friends felt she deserved, would have rushed in to take the overfull basket from her with gallant grace. Richard wasn't that man. Instead, he reached for his suit coat and raised a brow. No offers of taking her independent lifting task away from her in sight.

Alex was an adult and could brainstorm her own overzealous basket problems.

"If there are red cups, I'm going back to work." He was almost sure there were. Alex's sense of humor was horrible and she took every opportunity to harass him about certain peculiarities that he had.