She didn't grunt. She didn't strain. With a fluid motion that belied the physics involved, Amber swept him off his feet. It was a cradle carry, her massive arms hooking under his knees and back. She held him against her chest as if he were a child, her biceps swelling into hard, vascular peaks that seemed to triple in size under the load. She walked the length of the mat, her steps measured and heavy, the muscles in her legs firing like pistons.