Series: The Laws of Opposite Attract Series by Vi Keeland
Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 105253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“They stayed after school.”
“Voluntarily?”
Devyn shut the door and chuckled. “That’s how I reacted, too. I figured they had detention, but Hannah wanted to try out for something, and apparently Heath has a crush on some girl who’s also trying out. They promised they’d walk home together after.”
I nodded. “Heath seems like a good kid when he lets his guard down.”
“Ummm... You might rethink that statement after I tell you he posted the video he took of you running to save a mannequin in the elevator. Apparently it’s gone viral.”
I shook my head. “I should make him tag my real estate company so I get something out of it, other than looking like an idiot.”
Devyn smiled. “Speaking of your job, are you going to change the showerhead in that suit?”
I tilted my head. “Are you suggesting I take my clothes off, Devyn?”
Her cheeks turned pink. “No. I just wouldn’t want you to get it dirty.”
“Uh-huh.”
She rolled her eyes. “Come on. Let me show you what’s going on.”
Devyn and I went into the bathroom. It was a tight squeeze for two people, which I appreciated. I slipped off my suit jacket and held it out to her. “Would you put that on the towel hook on the back of the door for me, please?”
“Sure.”
I stepped into the bathtub and rolled up my shirtsleeves. “So what happens when you turn it on?”
“It sprays in five different directions, everywhere but down, and the entire bathroom floor gets soaked.”
I leaned over to the toolbox on the vanity. As I opened it, a big whiff of Devyn’s perfume wafted by. “Are you wearing Baccarat Rouge?”
She blinked a few times. “Yes, but how did you know that?”
The day after she ditched me, I’d spent two hours at a perfume counter trying to find the damn scent she’d worn. I probably would have bought it too, if it hadn’t turned out to be three-hundred-and-fifty bucks.
I shrugged. “A woman at work wears it.”
“Oh.”
I eyed her as I took a wrench from the toolbox. “It’s pretty expensive.”
“Is it? It was a gift.”
I couldn’t help but wonder who was buying her perfume. But rather than push my luck and ask, I kept my mouth shut and focused on taking off the showerhead. It wasn’t that tight, so it only took a few turns of the wrench. But the moment I slipped it off, water spewed all over.
“Fuck. What the hell?”
“What should I do?” Devyn yelled.
“Nothing, just scoot over so I can get underneath the sink.”
I hopped out of the bathtub, pulled open the cabinet, and reached inside to twist the main shut-off valve. The water stopped, but I’d already had a free shower. A damn cold one. I shook droplets from my hands. “There shouldn’t be any water going to the showerhead when the water isn’t turned on. The shower body must be broken, too.”
“Which part is the shower body?”
I pointed to the wall. “All of this.”
“Oh.” Devyn bit her bottom lip. “I guess I should’ve mentioned that the cold-water knob just spins. We have to use pliers to turn it off and on. I hadn’t told Holden because the kids broke it. Heath was making some video.”
I frowned. “Well, I can replace the showerhead and see what happens when I turn the water back on. But the plumbing-supply store closes at six, so I won’t be able to get a new body until at least tomorrow.”
“Whatever you can do.” Devyn looked me up and down. “Your shirt is soaked. Let me see if I have something for you to change into.”
“Pretty sure nothing of yours is going to fit me.”
“Be right back.”
While Devyn went to check her room, I peeled off my dress shirt. The T-shirt underneath wasn’t as wet, but had been starting to absorb the water from the first layer.
Devyn returned with a folded gray shirt. “This should fit you.”
I took it and shook it open. It was a Nike dry-fit running shirt and had to be an extra-large. “This can’t be yours.”
“It’s not.”
“Whose is it?”
She pursed her lips. “Umm... A friend’s.”
I frowned. “And you just happen to have it here with you in New York?”
“I like to sleep in it sometimes.”
No way in hell was I putting on some other dude’s T-shirt—a guy whose clothes she likes to sleep in. That was worse than when a woman stole your hoodie. I shook my head. “No thanks.”
“Why? I think it’ll fit.”
“I’m sure it will. But I’m not wearing the T-shirt of a man you like so much that you wear his crap to bed.”
Devyn shook her head. “You’d rather stay in a wet shirt?”
“Absolutely.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll put your shirt in the dryer.”
It took me less than a half hour to change the showerhead. When I was done, it worked, though it didn’t solve the problem of the spinning cold-water knob. “You’re going to have to use the pliers again tomorrow, but I’ll grab a new shower body on my way to the office.”