Yes, he looked hot.
In all aspects of the word.
Grim and Memphis were working alongside him and were now holding one end of a board while Skid tried to guide it into the next slot.
Only, it wasn’t fitting.
Not even close.
I watched Luke say something, then gesture toward the frame. Memphis shook his head immediately, grumblingsomething under his breath. Then, Grim started shaking his head and said something that made Skid drop the board completely.
Ummm.
That wasn’t good.
Tallie lowered her sunglasses to the bridge of her nose as she asked, “How long before the argument starts?”
“Thirty seconds.”
“Twenty.”
I didn’t say anything.
Because I knew they were both wrong.
It started right that very second.
“The board isn’t cut square,” Memphis griped.
“It’s square,” Luke argued. “You’re holding it crooked.”
“I’m doing no such thing,” Memphis snapped. “It’s not square. Come see for yourself.”
“I don’t gotta come see. I cut it. I already know it’s square.”
“Then, you fucked something up.”
“Not possible,” Luke replied confidently. “I don’t fuck up.”
“Jesus,” Grim grumbled. “I didn’t sign up for this shit.”
“Ah, come on, brother,” Luke smirked. “We couldn’t make it without you.”
Skid stepped forward as he asked, “You boys want me to check it?”
“Absolutely not,” Memphis barked.
Ignoring him, Skid reached for the tape measure, and Luke scowled, “Don’t even think about it.”
“I’m just trying to help.”
“You’re about to get your ass nail gunned to that board if you try that shit again.” Luke shook his head, then unhooked the tape measure, knelt down, and checked his cut. “Ah, well… I might be off by an inch or so.”
“Yeah, that’s not surprising.” Memphis looked over in my direction and cocked his brow. “Bet it’s not the first time.”
“Hey, now. No hitting below the belt.”
Luke took the board over to the saw and recut it. After he handed it to Skid, he reached for the nail gun. Grim immediately took it from him and said, “I don’t think so.”
