I stepped aside, watching them both. They stood there, fists clenched, brows furrowed, glaring daggers at each other.

Afraid they might start throwing punches, I headed for the truck full of furniture before either of them could say a word, "Since you're both here to help move furniture, can we get started already?"

I opened the truck door and glanced back at them. Six hands were better than four, and some of the pieces looked ridiculously heavy. Having both of them ...