Ivy Holden, on the other hand, didn't mind at all. She thought walking on the snowy path was rather fun.
"Let's go!" Ivy Holden took her bag from Phoebe Buck's hand and slung it over her shoulder.
"Boss, let me carry your bag," Phoebe Buck said quickly.
"You carry your own," Ivy Holden said. She then picked up her suitcase and started down a small, snowy path leading into the woods.
"I'll get it." Jensen Morrison, who was already wearing a backpack, strode quickly up behind Ivy Holden and lifted her bag off her shoulder.
"That's not necessary. I'm not that delicate," Ivy Holden said.
"This has nothing to do with whether you're delicate or not." Jensen Morrison placed Ivy Holden's backpack on his own suitcase and pulled them along together.
Bill Holden and the others followed, taking both Ivy Holden's and Jensen Morrison's suitcases from them.
"I'll take this bag." Jensen Morrison slung Ivy Holden's backpack over his own shoulder.
