Lance let go of the trigger of his drill and moved it to the side as he inspected his handiwork. Smiling to himself, he pulled the next screw from his lips and moved on to setting it. Lance became immersed in the rhythmic sound of his drill. When he was finished with what he was putting together, he set the drill on the floor next to him and sat back to admire his work.
Happily satisfied, he picked up his drill, his screws, and stood up. He walked to his kitchen and set his tools on the counter. He picked up his beer from the counter and took a long pull from it. He chuckled to himself and hummed a toneless tune as he walked through the house.
He wasn’t worried about time or needing to get back to keep up appearances with Alisha. She had left a few days ago on a girls’ trip that he sen
