Trick
Her face is bright red as she turns away from me, acting absolutely infatuated with the wrenches hanging on my wall. She has no f*****g idea what they do, but it's so damn cute as she walks over and starts looking at the different sizes, I have to chuckle. This one is more skittish than a newborn foal, and I need to remember that.
“So, do you wanna learn the basics?" I clear my throat, damned if I'm not hoarse. Verbal sparring has never affected me this way, but I do love to see her dark eyes light up.
“Yup, teach me all your ways," she turns around, takes her purse off, and puts it on the workbench I have set up. I want to teach her every way I have, but I remind myself she isn't that kind of woman and this sure as hell isn't that kind of situation.
“All right, there's three t
