“Ouch!
Son of a—” Zach ground his teeth, bit back the word hovering on the tip of his
tongue.
“This
looks amazing!”
He
spun around to see his sister standing in the doorway.
“Why
the scowl?” she asked.
“Oh,
I don’t know, could be because I almost nailed my thumb to this blasted
crucifix.” He turned back around and pounded his hammer on the rough
timber.
Brenda
stepped into the shed, her heels clacking across the . . . (click title to continue reading)
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