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."
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