Major Renovations (Ritter University #1) Read Online Free PDF

the house, back to where he’d left Samantha. “Would that work?”
    The man measured the door and nodded. “This will work.” He walked toward the truck, waving to his two helpers. They promptly put on gloves and loaded the behemoth fridge onto a hand truck.
    Ski hung out and watched as they rolled the handcart up to the porch and popped it up one step. The trio of lifters popped it up another step and then onto the porch, rolling the handcart and fridge through the front door. They headed to the kitchen, stopping to move the old refrigerator out of the way.
    “Will you be taking this one with you?” Ski twitched with the urge to help as the men swirled around getting the job done. Disconnect the old. Reconnect the new.
    “Yep. We’re full service.” One of the men plugged in the new appliance and shifted it into place as another one handed Ski a piece of paper. “We need your signature saying you accepted the delivery.”
    Ski signed the form and the men and the handcart headed out toward the front door with the old fridge. A nice, excitement-free delivery. He could totally do this. He pulled the plastic and tape from the new appliance and opened the door. Cool air snuck up his arm. Ahhhh .
    Samantha walked in the kitchen door. “Thanks for the help. I needed a break.”
    “No problem.” He smiled and handed her the form he’d signed.
    She seemed to be calmer. The stress behind her eyes faded as she ran a hand over the outside of the open door. “This is a great model. My last kitchen customer ordered the same one. She said it’s the top of the line. Did you know that?”
    “No, our president picked it out.” But knowing him, next year the frat brothers would be paying for his need to have top of the line in higher dues. Jackass.
    “It’s nice.” She smiled. Actually smiled at Ski. It was like the Loch Ness monster. He knew it existed, but he’d never seen it himself. It was amazing, and then it was gone, her head dropping to look down at her tablet. She’d gone for a whole hour without the damn thing, but now it was back.
    “What the fuck!” Barry burst into the kitchen. “What the hell happened to the porch?”
    The porch?
    “What?” Samantha followed Barry out the door and Ski followed Samantha.
    “Oh, no.” She pushed the handrail back into place, but the thing had torn away from the porch support, and a crack ran for about a foot along the length. A couple of the things underneath— Ski had no idea what you called them— were cracked, too. “What the hell happened?” She turned to Ski. Her hardened eyes and squared shoulders said so many things. All of them R-rated, and not in a good way.
    “I don’t know. They brought the fridge in through here no problem.”
    “What about the old one? Did they go this way?” Her eyes stared right through him, picking him to shreds.
    “Well, yeah...”
    “So you signed this” —she shook the form at him— “but didn’t make sure they took out the old appliance without any issues.”
    “Why is he telling you what happened? Where were you?” Barry’s face was purple again, but this time Ski was having trouble caring. Barry’s asshole tendencies might make the old bastard sick down the road, but right now? Right now, those tendencies were hurting Samantha and pissing off Ski. Because somehow Ski fucked up. Somehow this was his fault.
    “I ran inside.” Her voice was thin as glass.
    “For the love of God, what is wrong with you?” Barry leaned toward Samantha.
    “Enough!” Ski had to jump in. If this guy laid one finger on her head, Ski was going to lay him out. No questions.
    But Barry didn’t get any closer. “You’re right this is enough. First you fail the inspection, and now this. It’s like Romper Room around here. This is going to put us behind by more than a day or two unless you planned on redoing the porch construction. I sure as hell hadn’t planned on it. Dammit.” He punched in a phone number and lifted the phone to