Are you taking off?"
"Don't sound so hopeful. Yes, I'm just trying to figure out how to get the bags into the car."
Dave looked down at her. "You could. . .carry them? Or maybe you want me to volunteer?" She smiled too big, then looked down and kicked her toe on the cement floor. Dave mussed her hair as he went by. "Only because I have to get the bike down anyway. Steve wouldn't let you get away with this.""He doesn't have to. He has you to do it for him."