They both crouched beside the chair, shoulders brushing as neither gave way. Each time Harry reached for the chair leg, Nathan’s hand slid in first. Each time Nathan tried to hammer the nail, Harry “accidentally” nudged his elbow.

“Careful,” Nathan muttered through clenched teeth. “You don’t want to hurt yourself.”

“Please,” Harry replied with a grin. “I’ve been fixing things since before you could hold a hammer.”

The chair became the battlefield. Each tried to ...