Hooking an arm around his neck, she jumped so he could catch her in his arms. She calculated her weight, his, narrowed her eyes. ‘How far do you figure you can carry me?’ ‘To the bed would be my first guess.’ ‘No, I mean how far do you think you could haul me like this? Especially if I’m . . .’ She went limp, dropped her weight, let her arms dangle. She felt him shift and adjust, not quite stagger. ‘Tougher this way, right?’ ‘I still think I can manage the bed, where I certainly hope you plan to revive a bit.’
