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Addie’s phone buzzed against her thigh and she instinctively knew it was her boyfriend calling. He always called her when she was working on his present. Adjusting her grip on the brake-line to be one-handed, she answered her phone.
“Yes, Chuck?” Shifting to hold the phone between her ear and shoulder and reaching back up into the guts of the car.
“I’ve looked in the cable bin, in the kitchen, under the couch, under the bed. I can’t find it anywhere!” There was muffled scuffling and the banging of drawers.
“Can’t find what, Chuck?”
“The charger for my tablet.” Frustration was evident in his tone, he hated needing help for anything, but he was getting better at asking for it. At least from her.
“Can’t you just use mine for now?” She asked, while sifting for the appropriate wrench in the tool box lying next to her.
“I can’t find yours either. I’ve looked bloody everywhere.” She heard Max growling as he was probably disturbed from wherever he had been napping. Addie hissed as she knocked the lid of her toolbox closed on her finger. Turning the bolt home, she rolled out and pulled her glove off to inspect the damage.
“Did you check the drawer in your nightstand?” Her finger looked a little red, but it probably wouldn’t bruise. A good day, then.
“Of course, I didn’t! Why would it be in there?”
“Just humor me.” A drawer opened. There was silence. Addie counted to five. “It was right there on top wasn’t it?” She could almost see the confusion and embarrassment warring on his face.
“How do you do that?!”