Carter set the box down and heaved a sigh of relief. The room was really starting to look like a cafe. The walls were painted, cabinets installed, and brand new appliances sat gleaming on the counters. And despite the temptation, he’d hauled every single thing in without using his power at all.
Beside him, Molly ran her hands through her hair and sighed. “Well that’s the last one,” she said, glancing around the room. “I guess we could start unpacking them. Or take a break.” She leaned against one of the round tables.
“Break sounds nice,” he said. “Some of these boxes are heavy.”
“Yeah?” she said with a grin. “That shouldn’t be a problem for you. All you have to do is—”
“Hey, if I used my power for everything, I wouldn’t build up any muscle tone.”