Brown eyes fell idly over the tools that the man had brought with them; Hadley certainly was serious about this, and prepared. He knew it had been a long time since he himself had wielded a hammer and nails, and somehow even the threat of splinters and sore muscles didn’t keep the Sinistra from grinning. He’d rather be overworked than plump and bored any day; not doing things drove him crazy, although he drove himself crazy in turn by piling responsibility after responsibility on himself to keep that from coming true.
Following Hadley, he looked at the upper portion of the house thoughtfully before the loud sound of cracked wood made him jump. The porch had eaten the wolfdog’s foot, it seemed, and despite himself Wayne chuckled. It wasn’t an unkind mirth, though, and he offered a hand to pull Hadley onto solid ground.
“Rotten,” he guessed, glancing suspiciously at the porch. “No good, since we got a lot of big guys in the pack.” He frowned. “Could put somethin’ under it to support it, but it’d be better to remove the porch altogether or just choose a different house.” He knew that Hadley was determined to try with this one first, but Wayne knew a lost cause when he saw one. Or maybe he was getting lazier than he thought.
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