There. That was over with. We had a tenant in the two-bedroom, and Annika had smoothed things over after my screw-up last night. I didn’t need to worry about her. Or think about her in those shorts. But I did think about her in those shorts. I got back to work, ripping out the rest of the kitchen floor, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about Audrey Young and her annoyingly beautiful smile.
