Why does he have to be so gorgeous?
They got outside and found a plain bench just under the roof overhang.
“Oh, that’s perfect,” Willow said.
“Are you sure you’re okay carrying it with me?” Jensen asked. “I can probably get it on my own.”
“Maybe if the market were empty,” Willow said. “But it’s going to be tough to get through that crowd even with two of us.”
He looked back at all the people moving around the market and nodded.
“Okay,” he said. “But I’m guessing it’s heavier than it looks. So you have to tell me if you need to put it down.”
That sounded an awful lot like a challenge to Willow’s ears.
“I’ll be fine,” she said lightly.
He nodded, and they moved to opposite sides of the bench.
“On three,” she said. “One, two, three…”
Sweet heavens, she thought to herself as she lifted. Thewrought-iron bench didn’t look like much, but it was as heavy as an elephant.
“See what I mean?” Jensen asked.
“Oh, I’m fine,” she said, managing not to huff. She couldn’t have him thinking that nurses weren’treal Army.If she could haul a wounded soldier out of a ditch, she could carry a bench without complaining.
“Great,” he told her.
They started moving and she was relieved when he turned them so that he was the one walking backwards.
“So, you’re barely home and you got signed up for this, huh?” Jensen said with a smile.
“I like signing up for things,” she managed.
“I guess it’s in our blood,” Jensen chuckled. “Or maybe there’s something in the water out here.”
“Well, there’s not much else to do in Trinity Falls,” Willow joked.
“There’s plenty to do,” Jensen retorted.
But if he was planning to list out a bunch of things, she would never know it.
“Stop,”she yelled, just in time to keep him from backing into Maggie Sullivan, who was carrying a tray of homemade candles.
Jensen stopped so fast that Willow bumped the bench into her midsection.
“Oof,” she huffed.
“Oh, wow,” Maggie said. “Sorry about that, guys.”
A couple of the other vets were gathered around one of the tables and she heard some good-natured chuckling.
“Need any help with that, Webb?” someone called out.
“I’m good,” he replied.
“Sure you don’t need someone else to help you?” another guy shouted back. “Your partner there looks a little small to be carting stuff around.”
