“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)