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forward and grabbed one side, while Cam gripped the other. They tugged the desk out over the edge, then tilted it and slowly lowered it to the ground. Cam moved to the opposite end, and the two men hoisted it in the air.
    “Want me to take a corner?” Rachel asked.
    “No! Get the door,” Cam puffed as he and Ross hustled past.
    “Okay.” She ran up the steps and opened the door just in time for them to pass through. Sweat glistened on both men’s foreheads, and they panted in time with their steps. Once inside, they slowed and Ross adjusted his grip on the desk.
    “You got it?” Cam barked, deep lines creasing his forehead.
    “Yea, but this’ll probably give me a hernia.”
    Rachel blew out a deep breath. Oh, why hadn’t she ditched that desk and bought one of those inexpensive, snap-together models that come in a box? Or she could’ve checked the classifieds and found a used one…anything would be lighter than this monster.
    The men rounded the corner and headed down the hall toward her new office. Ross groaned, his end almost dragging on the floor.
    “Don’t drop it!” Cam grunted and raised his side higher.
    Ross glared at Cam and kept shuffling along.
    Rachel scurried ahead and opened the door. Boxes littered the floor. She hustled inside and pushed them aside to make a clear path.
    “Where do you want this?” Cam looked over his shoulder as he backed through the doorway.
    “Over here by the filing cabinet.” She pointed to the corner, not wanting to add one extra step to their journey.
    Cam led the way to the far side of the room and looked back at her with a lift of his brow.
    The desk was a bit too close to the wall, but she wasn’t about to redirect them now. “That’s fine.”
    Ross dropped his end to the floor with a bang, startling them all. Cam swayed under the load. Rachel rushed forward to help. Cam lurched, and the desk landed on his toe. His eye’s widened, and his mouth formed a perfect O, but no sound came out.
    Rachel gasped and grabbed the desk, lifting the end a few inches off the ground. Cam jerked his foot out and hobbled to the window, silently clenching his fists.
    Rachel shuddered and closed her eyes. Now Cam had another reason to hate her.
     
    Rachel pushed the filing cabinet closer to the corner, then stood back to take a look. Perfect. She brushed off her hands and scanned her new office with a satisfied smile.
    It had only taken about two hours to move in, much less time than she’d expected. Ross and Cam had certainly gone out of their way to help. After they left, she’d managed toshove her desk over a few more inches so it wouldn’t be in the way when she opened her filing cabinet. Then she’d unpacked her files and books and set up her desk.
    She bit her lip and leaned back against her desk. Too bad the desk had landed on Cam’s toes. She’d apologized profusely—after she’d given him a few seconds to cool off. He’d insisted he was fine. But the way he limped out to get the last few boxes made it clear his foot hurt more than he’d let on. When they finished carrying in the boxes, he silently retreated to his shop, leaving her wondering if he’d ever speak to her again.
    There must be some way she could make up for those crushed toes.
    The faint scent of cinnamon floated through the air toward her. She glanced at the rectangular pan sitting by the window. The afternoon sunlight shone on the foil probably warming the cinnamon rolls to the perfect temperature. She’d brought them along in case some of her drama students stopped by to see the new location.
    Maybe she’d pay Cam a little visit and bring him a peace offering. After all, weren’t homemade cinnamon rolls a sure way into the good graces of any man?
    She peeked in the mirror she’d hung on the wall moments before and shook her head. Her ponytail had come loose, and several strands of hair hung around her face.
    That would never do. She pulled off the elastic band and grabbed a brush from her