Page 64 of I Knead You Tonight

I reach for the handle once more but have a better idea.

“You know what? You’re right. Why wait to shower when you’re done? I’ll just hop in with you now.”

I yank my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side, and reach for the button on my jeans.

“Winston!”

I unzip them. “Scoot over, Drew.”

“No! Oh my god. Get out!”

I shove the denim down my legs and step out of them. I hook my thumbs into my boxer briefs. “Last chance.”

She doesn’t budge, and I pull them down just an inch.

“Fine!” she concedes, scooting out of the stall. “It’s all yours.”

She moves quickly, snatching the towel off the hook and wrapping it around herself before I can get a good look at her.

“You’re a jerk. I’m glad Riker peed on you.”

“Your kid is a monster,” I say, stepping into the shower, pulling the curtain closed, and stepping under the lukewarm water. “Son of a bitch. Dammit, Drew! You used all the hot water!” I call out.

From over top of the shower, I’m assaulted by towel after towel.

“What the…”

I glance down at the pile. Every single towel is now sitting in the bottom of the tub, completely soaked.

“You little…” I glower at her shadow through the curtain. “Now I see where your kid gets his mean streak from.”

Drew flips me the bird and turns on her heel, leaving me stranded under the cold water and with no way to dry off.

And yet, I still don’t hate her.

* * *

“Did you talk to your landlord?”

“Yep.”

“Liar.”

She turns toward me, wiping her hands on the front of her apron. “Excuse me?”

“You’re a fucking liar. You didn’t talk to him. You didn’t break your lease.”

Her eyes dart around the kitchen, looking anywhere but at me, really.

She’s caught, and she knows it.

“How do you know that?”

“I went by today and grabbed your mail because it hasn’t been forwarded here yet. Your landlord had no idea you had moved out.”

“Why were you getting my mail?”

“I was in the area, so I figured I’d stop in and grab it for you.”

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