“So cool.” I thumbed in the direction of the new hunk of wood on the floor. “Any idea what that’s going to be?” He held my gaze a fraction too long. “No idea.” He shrugged, but the tips of his ears had gone red. “But it called to you? The wood?” I asked. He narrowed his eyes again. “I can feel you trying so hard not to make a joke.” “So hard.” I squeaked. “No. No. I’m good. I got it all out of my system.” I held up my palms in seriousness.
