Inn & Out (A Romantic Comedy) (Five More Wishes Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

in the room’s large armoire, which looks like the one in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe .  Finally, I go to the bathroom to take a shower. Thor has stocked the bathroom with clean towels and a fresh bathmat. That’s the only fresh thing in the room. Half of the tiles are missing, and there’s no mirror, only a spot on the wall above the sink where it once hung.
    But the prison was worse, much worse. This will be my first private shower in two years. The realization hits me, and I feel a jolt of euphoria. I slip off my clothes and stock the shower with shampoo and soap and turn it on. The familiar screams from the pipes start. It’s like I’m living in a Transformers movie with a Lucas film sound system. The sound is blaring this close to the pipes. There’s a good chance the shower is going to blow up while I’m in it, but I really want a shower without a guard and twelve inmates watching me. Nothing will stop me from having my first private, naked wet moment in years.
    “You’re not going to scare me,” I say, out loud and step in.
    Even if the pipes are funky, the water feels wonderful. I let it run over my head, as the house groans and clanks and makes a terrible racket. I sort of get used to it after a while, like it’s serenading me. Finally, I put a dollop of shampoo in my palm and lather my hair. Paradise. I splurge and skip my normal ten second shampoo rub and do a high end salon massage. I feel so luxurious, like I’m rich and almost happy.
    Sure, there’s been a hiccup in my plans. I was expecting to arrive on the island and leave soon after with a big check in my hands, but now I’m faced with the near impossible task of getting the inn up and running. I want to be spending my days making vision boards and trolling celebrities online, but now I have to roll up my sleeves and bring in the dough. Thor is going to be focusing on renovating this eyesore, but I have a better idea for fast income. While Thor thinks inside the box, I’m already planning and plotting way outside of the box. Way outside. Miles outside. Because of my plan, within weeks I’ll be leaving town and living off of my investment profits without touching the principal.
    Filled with optimism, I rinse off, but just as the shampoo runs down the drain, two tiles pop off the wall and land on my foot, stabbing me just above my big toe. I yelp in pain and reach for my foot, almost slipping in the tub. I manage to catch my balance by grabbing onto the shower curtain. As I pull, the curtain rod rips out of the wall, and the curtain flies to the floor. It’s a horrible mess. I’ve wreaked havoc all over the already wreck of a bathroom.
    The noise of the pipes is deafening, even worse than before. I need to finish my shower before something else breaks or the pipes blow up. I turn off the water, but for some reason, the pipes continue to make a horrible noise. Uh oh. It sounds like it’s going to blow, like a volcano or a Desperate Housewife. I double check the shower, but I’ve definitely turned off the water. I don’t know what’s going on.
    I bend down and pick up the tiles. I try to stick them back on to the wall, but they won’t stick and there’s a big hole where they fell off. That’s when I see it.
    With its beady eyes.
    It’s sitting in the hole in the shower wall, watching me with its long whiskers moving, ready to pounce on my face and eat through my head to my juicy brain. Inches from the monster, I scream at the top of my lungs. In fact, I out-scream the noise of the pipes. Hell, I out-scream Janet Leigh in Psycho. Oh my God, this really is the Psycho house. Slipping and sliding, I hop out of the bath and run screaming out of the bathroom, but I don’t make it. By the time I get to the bathroom doorway, I run into an immoveable force.
    My body slams into Thor’s. His naked body. He’s very naked. He got more naked going on than any other man I’ve ever seen. He holds me steady so that I don’t fall backward