Page 6 of Falling for You
“Yeah, Liam didn’t give me instructions on the bathroom so I assume we’re keeping what we have and making it functional?”
Wyatt laughs from the shower where he went to see what was going on in there that would make me request that first. “I don’t see that happening. Unless you want Ems to end up in the crawlspace.”
Hunter groans. Clearly not expecting this to be a massive renovation. “I might need to get Roman to help me out on this one. I don’t think I can spare my crews for this big of a job unless you want it to take an extra two months.”
I nearly choke myself on my own spit. “Roman? Why him?”
Hunter looks at me with a raised brow, clearly confused by my protest.Way to play it cool, Em.
“Probably because he helps me out in the summer when I get busy, and he’s the only one I trust to be in this house alone with you, especially if you insist on sleeping in those scraps of fabric.” He scrunches his nose and waves his hand at me.
I uncross my arms looking down at my pajamas. It’s a new silk set of shorts and a tank top, nothing inappropriate whatsoever.
Too bad Hunter doesn’t know that Roman is the last man he should trust alone with me. Although, Rome would definitely appreciate this set. His hands would slide up under the silk, pushing the shirt up to pool around me so he could have full access…no. Don’t go there.
Between the sneaking around and mind-blowing orgasms, there were late-night promises. Promises of a future once I graduated. Promises of a future together that was ripped from me without any input from me. He just ended things with no conversation.
“What do you want in here, Ems?” Wyatt draws me from my memories, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as we survey the bathroom together.
I rub my hands together, ready to make Hunter regret ever making my life hell recently.
“Well. I was thinking since the bedroom is so big maybe we could extend a little into here, and have a huge walk-in shower with one of those rainfall, double shower heads? And then—”
“Why the fuck do you need a double shower head? You’re one person. And only one person will be showering in there,” Hunter interjects.
“Uh, newsflash, you know I’m a woman right? Have had sex, have been given multiple orgasms by multiple men?”
Both of my brothers cover their ears, “Jesus. I will never be prepared for this. Please stop. I won’t question your shower choices if you just stop talking,” Wyatt whines.
“Serves you two right. Don’t question my choices and stop meddling in my life. Now can I continue about what I want?”
Wyatt nods.
“I also want a claw foot tub here in front of the window,” I walk over to where the large window is inside the sketchy shower. “Then I want a large vanity here with a double sink.”
Both of them grimace once more at the thought of another person in here with me. “Before you two go to where you want to go in your minds, remember this isn’tmyhouse. I’m not staying here forever. It’s going to be the honeymooners' cabin.”
Wyatt releases a breath, “Thank God. I don’t want to build this shit thinking about you and… well, anyone.” He shudders at the thought.
“Please. You do realize I have to hear Tiff talk about yourmagic dickevery time I go to Rebels right?” I level a stare in his direction.
“Ugh, don’t remind me. One time. I made a mistake one time. Tourist season was slow.” He closes his eyes, trying to erase the memory.
I’m officially done with this conversation. “I am going to shower at Mom and Pop’s. You two do what you need to do, just text me when people are going to show up please.”
“I’ll get a crew over here this afternoon, we’re finishing up a job and don’t start the new one until next week. We can probably demo both the kitchen and bathroom.”
“Great. Think Rome will give me a discount on food?” I ask, joking.
“Yeah. I’ll handle it.” Hunter pulls out his phone and I shake my head. They think they can fix the world for me, but the one thing I want them to fix, they can’t. Or more accurately, won’t.
I scoff at him, and grab my go bag for showering before heading out and leaving these two behind.
Hunter was true to his word and my cabin had seven men in it, hammering, sawing, and ripping out a wall from my bathroom into my bedroom. After about an hour, I decide to take the books for the inn over to Rebels for a beer, and if Rome is wearing his signature tee that is busting at the seams from his tattooed biceps, probably a show.
Ugh. Emma. You’re supposed to be ignoring him.
A foot comes through the wall in my bedroom, and I’m interrupted from balancing the books once again. Yup, ignoring him or not, I need to get out of here. And I have no desire to go sit in the office with Violet popping in to gossip more about the man in question than if I actually just go see him.
