She turned and smiled at Yuri Sinclair.
The melancholy, dejected look on Yuri Sinclair's face was suddenly replaced by a daze.
Ashley Bowen took matters into her own hands, pulling Yuri Sinclair's arms over her shoulders. Then, she firmly hooked her own arms under his legs.
This was the first time she had ever been this close, the first time she had ever touched his legs. She had never seen what they looked like, hidden as they were year-round beneath long trousers.
"You silly girl, put me down. I don't want to fall flat on my face." Yuri Sinclair patted Ashley Bowen's back. This was a matter of a man's dignity. How could he, a grown man, let a young girl carry him?
"Oh, don't be embarrassed. If you're that shy, I can clear the area for you and shoo everyone away." Ashley Bowen gritted her teeth and struggled to her feet. Her first step was a bit wobbly, but with the second, she planted her feet firmly.
