Chapter 8“I’m not a weakfish,” Jane protested. She’d never liked taking that from other men and she certainly wasn’t going to take that from Aaron. She’d be damned if she was going to stand aside like some helpless female while he did the work himself.
“Right. Sorry. Lift in unison—on three.”
She’d also never met a man who could shift his mental framework so agilely. It was also, she now knew from experience, a mistake he wouldn’t make again.
On three, they lifted either side the upside-down armchair out of the MINI’s back seat, flipped it over, and set it upright on the ground.
“Where does it go?”
“Third floor. And the stairs are as narrow as the ones at The Queen’s Guard, maybe worse. Are you sure your leg will be okay with this?”
“Sure. It’s strong, taking the weight isn’t the pro
