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“So,” I said, handing Isaac a hammer, “what handy skills does the spoiled prince even have? Can you hammer a nail without smashing your thumb?”
Isaac took the hammer and weighed it in his hand as if he couldn’t quite figure out what to do with it. “I’ll have you know, Princess, that I have many skills.”
“Flying planes is impressive, but doesn’t count in this context,” I said, rummaging through the toolbox Benjamin had left us. “And neither does seducing women.”
Isaac’s hand flew to his chest. “You wound me. But you’re right. I don’t know much about being handy.”
I snorted, but my face turned more serious as I looked at him. “You don’t have to help, Isaac. Seriously. I appreciate the offer, but I understand if you want to sit this out.”
He shrugged. “And let m
