“Are you good with your hands?”  Ashley asked, leaning up against the doorframe with her hands crossed over her chest.

“Hmm…I don’t know, maybe you should ask your sis-“  Kasey’s response was muffled by Kyla launching herself at the girl and stuffing a pillow in her face.  “Kasey!!”  She yelled.

“Ew!  Please keep that stuff to yourself next time.”  Ashley’s hands came up in her defence; her nose crinkled not wanting to hear more.  “Hey you asked!”  Kasey chuckled.

“I’m almost sorry I did.”  The auburn haired brunette took a seat next to her.  “Actually, I need your help to sand and re-stain an old wagon.”

“A wagon?  Yea I guess I could do that.  When?” 

“We’ll start tomorrow.  Just meet me here, we’ll take the ‘Stang to the Ranch.”  Ashley reached for her cell phone getting ready to dial Spencer’s number.

“Can’t you go two hours without talking to her?”  Kyla asked, giggling.

“Can you go two hours without kissing her?”  Ashley quirked a brow as her sister shook her head.  “Well then, you know where I’m coming from.”  She stuck her tongue out.

“Oh, touché.  Ouch.”  Kyla poked Kasey in the ribs.  “You’re not supposed to agree with my sister.  I’m always supposed to be right.”  She teased.  Ashley side glanced and made a whipping sound.

“I side with you and now you’re turning on me?  I’ll remember that Davies.”

***

“Why did you have to pick the hottest day in December to do this?”  Kasey wiped her brow with the back of her hand.  The weather was humid and sticky; it was much too hot to be working outside.

“Chuck will only let me take the wagon if I help him fix it up.  I’m glad this thing doesn’t have a cover like most of them, we’d be here all night.”  Ashley held on tight to the sandpaper.

“And I’m your only friend?  Why isn’t Kyla helping you?”

“She doesn’t want to get her hands dirty?  Who cares, we’re having fun aren’t we.”  Her final words were forced as she pushed down on the sandpaper, erratically sanding the wood.

“Dude, haven’t you seen the Karate Kid?”  Kasey stood next to her, a sheet of sandpaper in each hand.  “Like this.”  She made small circular motions on the wood.  “Wax on, Wax off.”  She tried her best to imitate Mr Miyagi’s voice.