“Watching you make a fire is weirdly sexy,” she comments as I sort through the dry wood for the best pieces. I twist around to grin at her. “Handy dudes are like porn for chicks. You like that I can do things.” “If I was a cavewoman, I’d definitely drag you back to my lair,” she agrees. “Is that how it worked back then? The men would create fire and then the women would come along and bonk the guy with the best twig from the pile and have her way with him?” “Yup, but we let the men write the stories because their fragile egos needed the boost.”
