Page 184 of The Maxwell Brothers
The next morning,I felt as if I was floating on a cloud. Sitting on Tyler’s fancy leather couch, I was drinking coffee while feeling my man up. I couldn’t help myself. He was sitting next to me wearing jeans and nothing on top, and those muscles were way too tempting.
“You’re feisty this morning.”
“You inspire me.”
He chuckled and thankfully didn’t move even an inch away.
“And so does this place,” I continued.
“I like my space. Bought it a few years ago. It’s perfect for unwinding between games.”
“What do you usually do?”
“Just hang around here, or meet up with the family. Sometimes I have them over here, but we meet at Tate’s often because he’s got a yard.”
“Oh, that’s nice.”
“It is. But his house is one of those old-school mansions. You have to like it, I guess. I’m more of a modern setup guy.”
I nodded. “True. So am I. This condo is the perfect mix of modern and cozy. I like it. And I like the owner too. So sexy and talented in bed. And let’s not forget swoonworthy.”
He kissed my forehead, then got up from the couch. I pouted before realizing he was taking my empty cup, heading to his espresso machine.
“You look so hot in those jeans,” I remarked. “But just saying, you look even hotter without them.”
This didn’t feel like my life, but more like a dream. I was brought back to reality pretty quickly, though, when my phone rang. My new neighbor was calling. My stomach bottomed out. I’d given her my number for emergencies. She also had a spare set of keys.
“Morning, Diane,” I said. “Is anything wrong?”
“Unfortunately, yes, darling. It rained heavily last night. There’s water in your basement.”
“Oh no,” I gasped. “How much water is there?”
“Not too much, but all the boxes you had on the floor are half soaked. I’ll send you pictures.”
My phone chimed with several incoming messages. My insides twisted as I looked at the photos.
Shit. How much bad luck can I have? I just took the boxes there yesterday.
Why did I think that moving them to the house so early was a good idea? I didn’t plan to do any work on the basement floor, and I’d been so excited to get a start with the move. “Thanks so much. I’ll come as soon as possible and do damage control.” I was trying not to hyperventilate at the thought of what it would cost to drain the water.
Tyler turned around, watching me intently. The sound of the coffee machine drowned out most of my words, but judging by his expression, he’d heard enough to put two and two together.
As soon as I hung up, I rose from the couch, pacing the room.
"Kendra talk to me," Tyler said. "What happened?" He put both hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes.
"There’s a lot of water in the basement of my house. I’m going to have to find a company to pump it all out.”
He ran a hand through his hair, narrowing his eyes. "You know what? I'll call Luke. I bet he has some contacts to drainage companies.”
Taken aback by his offer, I felt my eyes widen. "You don't have to bother him with this. I'll just look up options online."
"Trust me, I wouldn't be bothering him. And why pick some company you know nothing about when my brother can probably recommend one he's been working with? Besides, not all companies will come in on a Saturday."
"Okay,” I relented. "Thank you."
Tyler immediately called his brother, and I listened to his side of the conversation.
