Page 34 of The Path to Loving Him
“If that’s the case, just wander next door.”
I give her a look as I remove my makeup with a wipe. “That’s not going to happen. We already discussed this.”
“I know, but how great would it be if it did happen?”
“We’re not even going to talk about it because it’s not going to happen.”
“Fine,” she groans.
“But you can still move here, you know?”
“Let’s see how it goes first when you tell your landlord that you’re his assistant coach as well. Because chances are high that you might not have a job after that conversation.”
“He can’t fire me.”
Can he?
“Maybe not, but he can make your life miserable.”
I scoff at her as I toss my makeup wipe in the trash. “Please, my entire life has been miserable. Do you think I’m going to let some coach take me down? Never.”
“He isn’t just some coach. He’s the man who made you sing to the angels while he was deep inside you.”
“Dear God. Can you not phrase it like that?”
She chuckles. “I kind of liked it.”
“Either way, orgasm or not, I can handle him.”
“You know, you’re scrappy, one of the many things I like about you. You could take him.”
“Thank you.”
“Also, if he does give you grief, you can always let Bennett give him a talking-to.”
I shake my head. “I take care of Bennett. Bennett doesn’t take care of me.”
“That seems rather . . . one-sided. What happens when he goes up to the big leagues and he’s making millions a year? Areyou going to let him take care of you then, or are you going to continue to live in squalor?”
“I wouldn’t call this squalor,” I say as I move to the shower and turn it on. “This is a nice place.”
I say that as the pipes behind the wall rumble.
The faucet to the tub rattles.
And when no water appears, I question the very sentence I just spoke.
“Why do you have that look on your face?” Bower asks.
“I turned on the shower, and nothing’s happening.” I turn it off and make sure the plug that you pull up to get the water to come out of the showerhead is down.
I try again, this time waiting for the water to come out of the tub faucet, but when it rattles and rumbles all over, fear creeps up the back of my neck.
Uh-oh.
“You know, from where I’m sitting, it seems like you’re not too happy about what’s happening.”
“No water is coming out.”
