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Chapter One

Stereotypes were a bitch

I knew it I’d lived it with it my whole damn life As a child, it’d been, “Aw, it’s so lovely that Keith brings his daughter to work So nice that she’s interested in helping him, too, even in that pretty dress!” As an adult, it was, “Huh She’s a builder How strange Doesn’t she worry about breaking a nail or ruining her make-up?”

Well, screw stereotypes and your preconceived notions, you dick

And for the record: I wasn’t so worried about the ? Yeah I totally worried about breaking a nail now and then Chipping polish was just the worst

There was a da for Hancock Handyman Co eliminated the fact I was a woman When my dad semi-retired, I’d learned pretty quickly that people illing to overlook our company just because I was a woman

Several surprises later, word had gotten around our small, coastal town of Rock Bay, and er surprised when Kali, not Keith, showed up on their doorstep

The people just outside of town? Still surprised Still fun for irlfriends and ive ot to blow them away

That would never get old

“I got a call froh the TV channels

“Mhmm,” I replied, focused more on the cat article on Buzzfeed than another one of the mayor’s complaints

“He thinks you need to make it known on The Facebook that you’re the ‘K’ in K Hancock”

“So he’s been saying for eighteen months And it’s just Facebook, not The Facebook”

“Kali, you should consider it”

I glanced up with a, “No”

He snorted “Can I have him call you next time he wants to complain?”

“You can have hi the app on my phone “But that doesn’t s to do than listen to Mayor Bennet’s complaints”