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Asher carried him him without breaking a sweat and within an hour we were at Doc's front door. For the first time the windows were dark.
Asher kicked his foot against the door, but there wasn't the familiar clop of footsteps on the other side. In fact, there wasn't any noise from inside.
Asher sighed. "Always have to be quick about it, don't you, Doc?" he muttered.
"He went to Lady Margaret's house already?" I guessed.
Asher nodded. "No doubt. We'll have to take him home."
"Do you want me to carry him?" I offered as I lifted one leg of the young man. Mack was more muscular than I gave him credit for and I ended up dropping the leg back on Asher's chest. "Or help you carry him?"
Asher smiled and shook his head. "He isn't too heavy for me."
A sudden thought struck me and I
