“I brought you a chair so you don’t have to sit on the ground.” “Aww, thanks.” Rosaline poked his side, her smile widening when he automatically jerked away. “Such a gentleman.” “Yeah, that’s me, all right.” He jerked his chin toward the toolbox, fighting back the grin trying to break free. “Now get over there, woman, and bring me my tools.” Her mouth dropped open, her eyes going all fiery. She strode over to his toolbox, pulled out a socket wrench, and cocked her arm. “For that, you’re going to get a nose wrench thrown at your head.” He held his hands in front of his face just in case she followed through with the threat but couldn’t help saying, “Nose wrench?” She twisted the socket side of the wrench toward her. “It looks like it’s got a nose, so that’s what I’m calling it.” “It’s called a socket wrench.
