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Deacon had the kids with him at the grocery store, which wasn’t usually a huge issue, but they had both had popsicles at a friend’s house and were a little extra wired. Turning onto the aisle with the canned soups, he heard both of the kids at the front of the shopping cart let out a squeal before he watched them take off. “Woah,” he called out after them, instinctively scanning ahead to make sure they weren’t about to do something like grab a stranger in a hug. Granted, they’d done that before and it hadn’t been the worst thing ever. “Miss Robinson,” they both called out right as his eyes landed on their kindergarten teacher. Letting out a sigh of relief, Deacon shook his head and moved his cart up closer to where the dark-haired woman stood. The kids hugged her, one on either side, smiling up at their former teacher. “You’d think they hadn’t seen you in decades. It’s been, what, a couple months since school let out? C’mon, guys, let her breathe.” He reached out and gave Dylan and Delaney a light tug on the back of their shirts. “How you doin’, Miss Robinson?”










