Nodding, Derek started down the aisle, going for the heavier items that he doubted Lydia could get — the big box with the crib on a shelf above eye level that he probably should've asked an associate to get down, the box with the changing table —
"I'm going to be putting a lot of shit together tonight, aren't I? We might as well just take this stuff right to the lake house, there's no point in me trying to put things together at the loft and then moving them..."