He pops open the door and heaves the table off my lap. “Did you carry this out?” When I nod, he frowns curiously. “You’re a lot stronger than you look.” “More like highly motivated. There’s a table like this for a grand online that I’ve been dying to buy, but Jonah was giving me grief.” He lets out a long, slow whistle. “Don’t blame him. Especially since someone probably donated it to her. That, or she found it in the trash.” I gasp, which earns his laugh.
