Shaking herself, Mallory climbed past the requisite couch and moved near the middle. The mechanism that moved the horses up and down and around lay beneath the mirrors and white lights in the middle. She'd watched them put it together, this ride still her favorite from childhood.
Trey materialized next to her. “Let me help."
She'd never been so glad to see him. The burden was not all of her own.
“Here. Hand me the tools when I ask. You do know a screwdriver from a hammer?"
His grin relaxed her. He'd been clueless about tools when they'd been paired. She'd had to teach him from scratch what everything was in her toolbox.
They had joked about it before every bomb, just to lighten the tension.
She eased her shoulders back to loosen them, to no avail. As if she'd done it before, she unl
