“My feet hurt,” I whine. “Come here, I’ll carry you,” Hardin offers. What? I giggle. He smiles uncertainly. “Why are you looking at me like that?” “You just offered to carry me.” “And…” “It’s just unlike you, that’s all.” I shrug, and he steps closer, hooks his arm under my legs, and lifts me into his arms. “I would do anything for you, Tessa. You shouldn’t be surprised that I’d carry you up a damn driveway.”
