Jack
He found the bright pink toolbox sitting exactly where she had directed him. He rolled his eyes and laughed to himself at the bedazzled hammer that stood out first. Jack looked through the tools she had and saw they were absolutely the most feminine tools he had ever seen and was frankly surprised. She didn’t seem like the girly-girl type, but then again, this woman was anything but predictable.
Though he felt secure enough that he wouldn’t mind using her jeweled tools, he put them down when he looked over at an old rusty toolbox and was pleasantly surprised to find the tools that he knew he would need in decent shape. They looked older, belonged to her father or grandfather he assumed, but still well enough to use.
He grabbed the box and headed back inside and up to the
