They stood there in silence for a bit before Will said, “Do you want to get the chairs and tables first or take care of stuff here?”
“I think we should get them first, so we’re not away from the manor around the time people might be arriving.”
“I brought my truck today so we can load everything in the back.”
Amy nodded. “Let me get my purse.”
When she returned, Will had brought his truck around and was waiting to open the door for her. “I know you like my other car better, but this one is our workhorse today.”
As Amy settled onto the seat of the truck, she just shook her head. Though not as elegant as the Escalade, the truck was still lavish in its own right.
“This is one fancy workhorse,” Amy said when he slid behind the wheel.
Will grinned sheepishly. “Sorry. I do like my cars.”
The trip into town was filled with small talk about Isabella and the party. When they arrived at the church, Willbacked the truck up to the steps. Amy climbed out and followed him up the stairs to the front doors of the large church. He opened the door and motioned for her to precede him into the building.
A large man setting up a ladder turned as they entered, and then headed toward them. “Hey, Will. How’s it going?”
“Good, Ken. How about with you?”
“Can’t complain.” The man’s gaze moved from Will to Amy.
“This is Amy Moyer. She’s helping plan Isabella’s party.”
“Moyer?” the man asked her. “Any relation to Josh and Cami?”
Amy nodded. “Josh is my brother.”
Ken stuck out his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I sure enjoy your brother and Cami’s music. I’m excited for their concert next week.”
“And I know they’re looking forward to the concert as well,” Amy told him with a smile.
“Well, let’s get this things you need,” Ken said.
It didn’t take too long to load the three tables and the fifteen small chairs with Ken’s help.
“We’ll have these back late tomorrow afternoon,” Will told him once the truck was loaded. “Will that be okay?”
“Sounds fine. I’ll be here until around six getting things ready for the service.”
After they’d left the church, Will said, “Anything else you need in town before we leave?”
Amy quickly consulted her list and shook her head. “Nothing at the moment. We’ll need to come in again tomorrow morning though.”
Back at the manor, it took a little more time to unload. She helped Will carry the tables from the truck down thepath and into the clearing. By the time they were done, she was wiped.
“I’m really out of shape,” Amy said as she sank down on one of the small chairs, swiping at a bead of sweat that trickled down the side of her face.
Will looked at her with a glint in his eyes then said, “Your shape looks just fine to me.”
Amy felt heat rise in her cheeks. “Well, carrying a couple of tables and a few chairs shouldn’t have worn me out like that. I get more exercise riding my bike at home than I do up here.”
“I usually end up having to go to the gym a few times a week. My job is rather sedentary, unlike someone like Matt, who is out on the job site.”
“To be honest, I’m not a big fan of exercise.” Amy pushed up from the seat. “I’d rather just try to stay active in my life than have to work out with a bunch of women in spandex.”
Amusement crossed Will’s face, but he didn’t comment. “Should we head back?”
