Series: Kristen Proby Crossover Collection
Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“I see most of the standing water is gone.” I look around. “I hope it doesn’t cause mold.”
“It’ll be tested before you move back in,” Jenna replies. “Gray just said it’ll be about three days of repairs.”
“Wow.” I swallow hard.
“And then I’ll have to have the space tested for mold, and we need to make sure everything is dried out, not to mention, I have to replace the furniture. So,” Jenna continues, “I’d say you’ll probably be out of here for about a week.”
“A week?” I squeak.
“Sorry,” she says and cringes. “I’ll totally pay for a hotel if you like.”
“I have a place to stay,” I reply, ignoring the look that Jenna and Gray exchange. “I’ll let Noah know. I’m really sorry about this. I never had any indication that it was happening. I didn’t see any drips or a wet spot in the ceiling.”
“Not your fault,” Gray says. “This is an older house, and my guess is the plumbing hasn’t been updated in about twenty years.”
“Or more,” Jenna agrees. “I should have done that when I bought it.”
“But I was too eager to move in,” I remind her. “Just keep me posted on when I can move back in.”
“Will do. See you at the ten o’clock class,” Jenna says with a smile, and I wave as I leave.
Looks like I’ll be staying with Noah for a while.
I’ve just walked into the studio when I check my phone and see a text come in from Penny.
Finally, she’s replying to me. She’s been gone for less than a week, but I miss her.
Penny: So I may be working for someone famous, not the plan, remember the band Adrenaline?
I frown down at the phone. Remember them? They’re only my favorite ever.
Me: TELL ME EVERYTHING, and I thought you were working at a coffee shop. In fact you sent me a picture of you at that very coffee shop yesterday morning? Did you quit? Why aren’t you keeping me updated? Also if you don’t respond asap you’re dead.
I smirk as I send the message. Claire and Penny are two people who don’t mind my bluntness. I haven’t seen Claire in years, but Penny is someone I can hang out with and not be exhausted after.
Penny: I may be working for Trevor Wood as a part-time nanny before his kids start school and I may have said yes without thinking and now I’m staring at my phone like I’m more than the hired help and I’m one day in.”
Me: Trevor Wood. The Trevor Wood? Hottest drummer alive? Six-pack for days? That Trevor Wood?
Holy shit! Lucky Penny. But then I think back to Noah and his hard abs and I’m not so jealous anymore.
Penny: Yes, focus! We texted a bit last night, and he was flirty, I was flirty…
Me: Aw, did he pass you a note in biology too? Maybe you guys can play MASH later!
I toss my head back and laugh as I add a house, car, and vacation emoji.
Penny: Very funny. I need you to virtually slap me so I stop overthinking this. I’m the nanny. That’s it.
Me: Consider yourself slapped, you’re the nanny but that doesn’t mean you can’t still be open to something more…adventurous. I mean that is why you abandoned us, isn’t it? You needed a change of scenery and God in his mysterious ways gave you Trevor Wood! Bitch.
Penny: So…just roll with it?
Me: I want notes at the end of every day. Or I’m killing you.
Penny: I miss you.
Me: I miss you too. Facetime later?
Penny: Yes please.
Me: Preferably when you’re at work, I wouldn’t be mad.
Penny: Signed an NDA so not a word!
Me: Lips are sealed. Love you.
Penny: You too.
I slip my phone into my bag and get ready for my first class.
Chapter Four
~Fallon~
It’s just not my day.
To start, after my first class, I finally ran over to Drips & Sips to snag a cup of tea, and then spilled said tea all over my hand, burning it.
Then, I had a client wrench her back because she tried too hard, and another class that had zero people show up.
None. Nada.
Of course, that wasn’t my last class of the day, where I could have just gone home for the rest of the afternoon. No, that would have been too easy. It was my noon class, so I decided to take myself out to lunch.
Sounds perfect, right?
Wrong.
I found a hair in my sandwich. Yep, one of those hairs. Short and coarse, and all I could think was that some guy in the kitchen had just scratched his crotch before he made my sandwich. I just couldn’t stomach eating. Of course, I wasn’t charged for the meal, but still.
Gross.
My last class started at two. It was usually my favorite of the day because it’s a beginner class, and I generally get a lot of tourists.