Half an hour later, they stopped at the snack bar. Within minutes, they had the boys munching on fries on a bench in front of the fountain while Tyler and Roxie shared a table by the window overlooking the shark tank.
“So,” Roxie said, stirring her drink with her straw, “You said you own a carpentry business?”
Tyler nodded. He wiped at his mouth with a napkin and leaned back in his chair. “Yeah. Started small. I was fixing things around the neighborhood, custom shelves, that kind of stuff. Now it’s me and two guys. We take whatever pays the bills. It's not a millionaire business, but it's okay. Plus,” he winked, “women love a man with power tools.”
Roxie snorted, nearly choking on her drink. “Typical male. Do you take off your shirt for a better view for your adoring fans?”
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