He cut to the chase. “So, what’s with the pink tools, Danny? I mean, come on. Is it really worth the razzing you get from these guys?” The corner of her mouth twitched as she focused on her potato chips. “They aren’t just pink, they’re hot pink.” Mac raised an eyebrow, “Pink is pink, princess,” and plowed into his barbeque sandwich. Danny swallowed the food in her mouth, leaned forward and spoke low. “Tell me, Mac. Have you ever h Fhe fu Road your tools borrowed or stolen, never to see them again? No matter how many times you write your name on them?” “Yeah, all the time.” “Not me.” After it sank in, he straightened and gazed at her in wonderment. “Well, I’ll be. She’s a goddamned genius.” He regarded the top of her head while she ate. “Something tells me you’ve got a whole bunch of tricks up your sleeve.” Her smile was brilliant. She was beginning to seriously love Mac. “Comes from a whole bunch of experience. I have my own crew at home.”
