Chapter 6
Korrin sat on the floor putting the pieces of wood together as best he could. Kris laid in bed, offering advice, though every time Korrin asked if she wanted to come down and help put it together, she just laughed.
Life is good.
“I’m a King, not a builder!” he exclaimed, and tossed the pieces down for the third or fourth time. He’d lost count.
“You should have asked for instructions,” Kris teased. “It can’t be that hard.”
“Why don’t you give it your best shot?” he growled.
“I’m too comfortable here,” she told him. “You’d better try again.”
Truthfully, it wasn’t that hard. But Korrin loved the little games they were playing. He couldn’t figure it out, and she knew exactly how to put it together but wouldn’t help him. It was fun. And he realized they didn’t get to do enough
