“I’m perfectly capable of carrying my own suitcase.”

“Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t doubt it.” Jack picked up the overnighter before Lisa could get to it.

She looked affronted. “You think because I bumped my head that renders me incapable?”

“I didn’t mean that. But you planted your car in that ditch pretty good, and you could have a mild concussion. You’re what, about six or seven months pregnant, we’re stranded in a blizzard, the nearest doctor is more than fifty miles away and between us we’ve got one horse for transportation. If it’s all the same to you, I’d appreciate it greatly if you didn’t lift anything any heavier than your hand.”

Slowly her brows lowered from their affronted arch and a smile curved those soft lips. “I believe that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“Then, darlin’,” he said as he carried her luggage toward the bedroom, “you’ve been hanging out with the wrong people.”