![]() ![]() Matt scowled, trying to catch his breath. "See? It says right here, 'Easy to Install.'" From his spot beneath the shady tree, Moby-a purebred boxer-barked as if in agreement, and Travis smiled, looking way too pleased with himself. He stood and pointed to the lettering on the box. "And it isn't going to be easy to install." For a moment, he visualized his ears blowing off the sides of his head from the strain, shooting in both directions like the bottle rockets he and Travis used to launch as kids. "This is ridiculous," Matt said, heaving his weight into the box, thinking that what they really needed was a team of mules. ![]() At this rate, the spa should be in place, oh… sometime next week. He lowered his shoulder and shoved the spa-which must have weighed four hundred pounds-moved another couple of inches. "Because you thought it would be fun," he said. Travis Parker, who was pushing the massive box alongside him, managed to shrug. Even Travis's dog, Moby, was hiding in the shade and panting, his tongue hanging out. ![]() ![]() His feet slipped, and he could feel sweat pouring from his forehead into the corners of his eyes, making them sting. Tell me again why I agreed to help you with this." Matt, red-faced and grunting, continued to push the spa toward the recently cut square at the far edge of the deck. ![]()
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