Audrey stared at her in disbelief. "Carry you on my back?"
"Exactly," Rainey smirked, thoroughly enjoying the moment. "I saw those photos your grandmother took of you. You're incredibly strong. When your grandfather got sick, you carried him up and down the stairs like it was nothing... And looking at me," she gestured to her frail frame, "I weigh a lot less than an old man. It shouldn't be hard for you at all."
Audrey's brow furrowed. "I refuse."
It was true that she had carried her grandfather during a medical emergency. She hadn't had a choice. He was incapacitated, her grandmother was too old, and adrenaline had taken over. She had been so terrified of losing him that she hadn't felt the strain until he was out of the woods. The aftermath had been agonizing—the doctors diagnosed her with severe muscle tearing and fatigue.
Since then, she had conditioned her body so she would never be a burden in a crisis again. Physically, carrying a waif like Rainey wouldn't be a problem.
But she was over two months pregnant. The doctor had already warned her about the signs of a threatened miscarriage and strictly forbade heavy lifting. She absolutely refused to risk her baby.
And besides, if Rainey intentionally threw herself off Audrey's back, Joaquin would skin her alive.
"Audrey..." Rainey immediately deployed her wounded act. "Are you still holding a grudge because I improvised that slap and threw tea at you? You already got your revenge... What else do I have to do for you to forgive me?"
As she spoke, she started hyperventilating. Her face turned alarming shades of red, looking as though she was about to suffocate and drop dead right there.
"Rainey!" Joaquin grabbed her, quickly strapping an oxygen mask over her face to regulate her breathing while pulling her into his arms. "The doctor told you a hundred times not to get agitated!"


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