He was carrying his own duffle as well as her suitcase, which was so heavy he wondered if she’d brought a collection of decorative anvils. “What in the world do you have packed in this suitcase, bricks?” “Books.” “Ah.” “I said I’d carry my own suitcase,” she mumbled, wanting to avoid making a habit of being indebted. “Nonsense, what are man servants for?” He looked at her with clear eyes and half a smile.
