Kiley smiled and pushed up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips before looking over at the stuff Chase had lined up on the ground. She was guessing those were parts of the lawnmower. A chore Kiley hoped to never have to do. Unless it was a riding mower, now that would be cool.
"You've been here for awhile, yeah, but it's no problem. It's not like we have somewhere to be." Kiley moved around the shed to get a better look at the equipment. "Is there anything cool in here, like... a nail gun? Or a blowtorch? I could totally learn how to use those." Kiley arched a brow and glanced over her shoulder at Chase. "What sort of things are you thinking of doing in here?" She was imagining elaborate traps and stuff like that. Chase with a Rambo bandana tied around his forehead, and oil and grease smeared on his face as he created complicated but deadly weapons. Admittedly, the mental image was kind of hot.