Viggo And Ryker !free! -

“We need plywood, screws, and a steady hand.”

Viggo measured. Ryker held the other end of the tape but kept moving it to scratch Biscuit’s ears. The measurements came out differently each time. 48 inches. Then 51. Then 47 and a half.

“It’s rustic,” Ryker offered.

“For the living room. Biscuit keeps knocking over the stack of books by the window.”

“We have three measurements,” Ryker corrected. “That’s called data.” Two hours later, the living room looked like a lumberyard exploded. Boards leaned at odd angles. Screws rolled under the couch. The laser level projected a cheerful red line across the ceiling, where it was entirely useless. Ryker had somehow managed to attach a shelf bracket upside down. viggo and ryker

He just grinned, handed Viggo a cup of tea, and said, “So. Next project. I’m thinking a birdhouse.”

“We built a trapezoid,” Viggo said, wiping his eyes. “We were supposed to build a rectangle. We built a trapezoid.” “We need plywood, screws, and a steady hand

Ryker didn’t say a word about dust magnets.