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bitch. He suspected anything halfway intimate
with her would be like trying to take a rattlesnake by the tail.
     
    Day Two
     
    [Whack! Whack!]
     
    The claw end of the hammer busted its way through the old wall, a
small slither of the adjacent room showed through. Muscles flared as Robbie
jerked a huge piece of sheet rock free. Pieces crumbled to the old linoleum
floor. Then another. [Whack!] The claw met resistant’s. He shook the stuck
piece until the rusty nails let go of the termite infested studs.
     
    Robbie talked while he worked, “I think you’re making the right
decision here. Taking out this wall will open this bathroom up dramatically.
It’ll give the new owners a good size bath on the first floor. Once we add that
second bath and dining room off the back like we talked about, you’ll be able
to ask a lot more for this place.”
     
    The faraway words gnawed at Drew’s subconscious, a flicker of
annoyance. He shifted. Flat on his stomach on the most uncomfortable couch in
the world, he opened one eye, the other eye buried in a folded pillow. Assuming
it was all just a bad dream he shut his eyes. Quiet. Finally! His fingers came
up to relieve a tickle under his nose. One long leg dangled off the side of the
couch, out from under the too short blanket revealing a bare foot. He was
seconds away from drifting off, when it started again. Every blow of the hammer
made him flinch and groan. Bloodshot eyes soaked up his surroundings: the
bright morning sun, the fresh coffee on the end table by the couch. His lips
gave way to a smile, even though he felt as he hadn’t slept more than an hour.
Birdie was such a jewel, always taking care of everybody.
     
    [Whack! Whack!]
     
    Who the hell would be bold enough to make so much racket in the
morning? He glanced at the clock and was shocked to see he’d slept until 9:22
am.
     
    Then he heard her voice, “I agree Robbie. I can’t wait for you to
yank that stupid toilet up! I’m thinking maybe we should put the new one over
here. What do you think? Maybe close it in with walls and put a door leading to
it. The added privacy would be nice.”
     
    She wouldn’t?
    She couldn’t?
    Sadly, he already knew the answer.
    Her timing was impeccable.
    Had he done something in a past life that warranted this kind of
torture? If so, he was sorry.
    “God, please make her go away.” He slid off the couch his sore
knees bumping cold hardwood. He rose to his feet and straightened the jogging
pants hanging low on his waist. He exhaled a breath running a frustrated hand
through his matted hair. Better go ahead and deal with it. Or her. Whichever
the case may be. He followed the noise finding a sight far worse than he
imagined.
    “What are you doing?” he frowned walking carefully over all the
torn out debris. He winced as he stepped on a missed nail sticking up from a
split board. Hobbling on one foot he assessed the damage: blood oozed from a
small prick. Not a large amount, just enough to irk him. The woman was insane!
     
    Megan turned, “Working.”
     
    She was wearing protective glasses, a white supper tight T-shirt
with the Pink Panther on it, and a pair of jeans that hung low on her hips.
Drew guessed the shirt and jeans belonged to Emma, the only one in the house
remotely close to Megan’s size.
    He’d assumed—or hoped—she would look less attractive without all
the makeup and fancy clothes, but Megan was even more attractive without all
the flare, so attractive that she stole his breath. Her hair was pulled up
revealing an elegant, slender neck. Drew came to realize, in that moment, that
he had a fetish for kissable necks: the tender spot just below a woman’s ear,
the sensitive cord of muscles that ran clear to her collarbone, then there was
her shoulders where a man could latch on sinking his teeth into flesh begging
to be bitten.
     
    He growled low and deep disguising the direction his mind was
taking by shouting, “Why aren’t you still in