Her pulse quickened as she packed away all her reasons not to fall in bed with Will. Her woeful lack of a love life status would transform in a matter of minutes, make that several minutes. A piercing squeal permeated the house. Not a siren, it could be something went wrong with the washer, but it never sounded like that before.
Will’s guiding arm around her waist tensed, and then fell away. “Damn asshole is messing with my car! I’ll put a stop to that. ”
Tonya watched silently as he shoved his arms into the bathrobe covering a tattoo on his shoulder. His tight jaw and lowered brow didn’t promise a night of endless pleasure, especially when her ex was doing God knows what outside. He darted out the door before she could remind him about Clint’s gun. The exterior door slammed, jolting her into action. “Wait,” she yelled the words as she ran out of the bathroom. The reflective glass of a nature scene she placed in the hallway reminded her that clothes might be advisable. Great, clothes, what a time waster. Indecent exposure was the thing she’d been trying to avoid. Back in the bathroom she pulled her yoga pants and shirt over her wet body.
“Hate Clint. Hate that I ever met him. Wish he’d die. If I ran out there without a stitch, the man would laugh himself silly and probably take a photo too. Excellent reason to get me fired.”
By the time, she got to the front door; Will swung it open from the outside, talking as he entered. “The jerkwad is gone. Heard him burning rubber as soon as I got outside. I’m calling the police.”
The angry man strode past her. Forget her status change, not that she would have made it public, but still.