Page 33 of Connectio
“Sorry,”I mouth, raising my hand in apology before facing Will again. “Master Will?”
He flicks his eyebrows. “Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“You wouldn’t be the first woman to say that to me,” he says for the second time in a matter of minutes.
“Ugh! So can you fix it or not?”
“I can fix the tap, no probs, but I need to look into what made it burst in the first place, and for that, I need more tools from my truck.”
“Good.”
“So what’s the damage?” Oliver steps up next to us and offers his hand to Will. “I’m Oliver.”
“Will.”
They shake hands, and Oliver stretches his upon release then cups it with his other hand.
“Do you two know each other?”
Will hugs me to his side. “We go way back.”
I inconspicuously pry myself from his grip. “No, we don’t.”
Oliver’s eyes drop to my blouse, and once again, I’m crossing my arms over my chest. I really need to change clothes.
Another grumbling noise sounds, this one much quieter than the last, and I soon realise it’s not the sink, instead coming from Will.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, eyes narrowed at Oliver.
We watch him leave before Oliver breaks the silence. “So how do you know the plumber?”
“I don’t. Not really.”
“He sure knows you.”
“He’s a friend of Carly’s.”
Oliver scoffs. “Now that I believe.”
Turning to face him, I’m curious to know why their friendship is amusing to him, like it’s somehow less civilised than his friendships. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.”
He walks toward his desk, so I follow him. “No, tell me what you mean by that. I wanna know.”
“They just seem like they’re cut from the same cloth.”
I shake my head, bemused. “And what cloth would that be?”
Oliver goes to answer when, speaking of cloth, a T-shirt is draped over my shoulder.
“You might want to put that on,” Will says.
He moves to the tap, bends down, and fiddles with something under the sink. I hold the black material out in front of me, a picture of a tap and the slogan Tap That Plumbing printed in green on the front.
“It’s clean,” he says, glancing over his shoulder at me, “if that’s what you’re worried about.”
