Series: The Laws of Opposite Attract Series by Vi Keeland
Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 105253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
As we sat down to eat a few minutes later, Heath kept checking his phone.
“Put that away while we’re eating,” I scolded.
“I can’t.”
“Excuse me?”
“I have to watch. It keeps going up and up.”
“What keeps going up and up?”
“The number of views and comments on that video I posted of Owen finding the mannequin in the elevator and thinking it was a dead body.”
I grabbed the phone and looked at his social media account.
Four-million views.
CHAPTER 5
Owen
“Hey! Hold the elevator!” I jogged toward the closing doors. Holden was already inside. He reached for the button panel, and the doors bounced open just as I made it across the lobby. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” Holden nodded. “You just getting home from work now?”
“Yeah. Long day. And it’s only freaking Wednesday.”
I pushed the button for the second floor, but noticed that the fourth floor was illuminated, not the third, where Holden’s apartment was. “You going up to four or didn’t press three yet?”
Holden held up his toolbox. “Gotta change a showerhead before I can call it a day. Told Devyn I’d get to it tonight so the kids can shower before school in the morning.”
My pulse quickened at the mention of her name. “Devyn, huh?”
Holden raised a brow. “There was a little tension between you and Brayden the other day at Billie’s photoshoot.”
I raked a hand through my hair. “That fucker hits on anything with legs.”
“Don’t worry. I got the feeling he took the hint when you growled at him.”
“I didn’t growl.”
Holden smiled. “You definitely marked your territory, dude.”
I sighed. “I should probably talk to him—tell him Devyn and I had a thing.”
“That’s a good idea. I’d want to know if I was him. He’d never hit on her if he knew you were interested.”
“Yeah.” I shook my head. “Though, being interested isn’t getting me anywhere. Devyn wants nothing to do with me.”
“That sucks. Sorry, man.”
“I don’t know what it is about that woman. But I can’t stop thinking about her.”
“Whoa. That’s a strong statement coming from you. It’s been a while since anyone has caught your attention.”
“I know. And of course, I have to pick someone even more closed off than me.”
“What’s her deal? Does she have a boyfriend back home or something?”
I shrugged. “You probably know as much as I do. We had that one great night together. Then she disappeared on me before I could get her number, and every time I go anywhere near her now, she either slams a door in my face or hightails it out before I can get in more than a sentence or two. The only reason I know anything at all about her situation is because the kid, Heath, filled me in the other day.”
The doors slid open at my floor. I’d worked thirteen hours today and couldn’t wait to get out of this suit, but…
I looked at Holden. “You mind if I change that showerhead?”
A smile spread across his face. “By all means.”
He handed me the toolbox and pressed the button for his floor.
“Good luck, buddy. Sounds like you’re gonna need it.” He waved as he stepped off the elevator. When the doors slid open again, I walked down the hall on the fourth floor. It had seemed like a good idea, but once I stood in front of Devyn’s door with the toolbox and showerhead, I started to doubt myself.
This is a bad idea.
How many times do you need to be blown off before you take the hint, Dawson?
After a few minutes of standing there, I started to turn around. But I stopped when the door abruptly swung open.
“Owen? What are you doing out here?” Devyn asked.
“Uh…” I held up the toolbox and showerhead. “I’m here to fix your bathroom.”
“I thought Holden was going to do that?”
“He’s, umm…on baby duty tonight. We all chip in to give him a break when we can since he didn’t get any official paternity leave.”
“Why were you standing out here for so long? Why didn’t you knock?”
Shit. “I was trying to remember if I had the right wrench in the toolbox or not.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Uh-huh…”
“How did you know I was out here?”
“I heard a noise and looked through the peephole. Thought it might be my brother and sister. You’ve been staring at my door for almost five minutes.”
“If you saw me standing here, why didn’t you open the door?”
She shrugged. “I was curious how long it was going to take you to knock.”
“Well, are you going to invite me in to fix your showerhead or leave me standing out here for your amusement a little longer?”
The corner of her lip twitched, but she took a few steps back and opened the door wide for me to enter.
“Thank you,” I said as I passed.
Her apartment was quiet. I set my supplies on the kitchen counter and looked around. “Where are Frick and Frack?”