Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 133511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 534(@250wpm)___ 445(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 534(@250wpm)___ 445(@300wpm)
“Don’t mind me—I’m just settling in for the show,” she said with a grin.
I heard the tub turn on in the bathroom. “You don’t have a boyfriend, Jess.”
“No, but I go out. I get laid. Hell, I had a booty call with Banks last weekend. I’m in the game, Mel. So is Sherri.”
Sherri raised her bottle, toasting me.
“That new security guard was asking me about you again,” she said, waggling her eyebrows. “He thinks you’re cute. Wants to take you to dinner. I got his number for you—let’s call him.”
“Mama! My duckie pooped out something black and icky!” Izzy shouted from the bathroom. Jess raised a brow.
“That doesn’t sound good.”
I sighed. “I’ll be right back. Try not to do anything evil while I’m gone.”
Jessica rolled her eyes and Sherri laughed.
I found a naked Izzy standing in the tub, staring down at clumps of some kind of nasty mold floating around on the surface of the tub.
“Yuck,” I said, lifting her out. “Where’s the duckie?”
“I put it in time-out,” she told me, her voice very serious. She pointed to a little biker duck sitting on the edge of the tub. Painter had given it to her—he’d brought it back from one of his runs with the club. Some rally in Seattle.
Picking the duck up, I studied it. Sure enough, there was a piece of something nasty hanging out of the hole on the bottom.
Mold.
“Baby, I’m really sorry, but this bird has to go,” I said, bracing myself for a tantrum. Izzy surprised me, nodding her head in firm agreement.
“I don’t like poopie ducks.”
“There’s a lot not to like about them,” I agreed.
Grabbing a chunk of toilet paper, I fished the little bits of mold off the surface of the water and hit the drain. Now I’d have to bleach the damned tub, which was always a treat—at least I was an expert. Izzy might be all princess when it came to clothing and colors, but when it came to filth she could hold her own with any boy. (Twice now I’d found little worm houses in her room, carefully built out of plastic cups, dirt, and little curtains made out of tissues. She even tucked them in at night, in little worm beds. Ugh . . .)
“Let’s take a quick shower instead,” I told her, reaching for a couple washcloths. Izzy watched carefully as I put them on the bottom of the now-empty tub. Lifting her, I set her back inside on the cloths, then stood and grabbed the showerhead. It had a nice long hose specifically for times like this. Painter had installed it after she’d taken a mud bath, and we’d had to spray her off outside.
“Close your eyes,” I warned her, gently sluicing the water across the clumps of frosting. It didn’t take long—a quick shampoo and rinse, and then we were done. Wrapping her in a towel, I gave her a fast rub before sending her off to get dressed.
“Do I want to know what the duck poop was?” Jessica asked when I walked back into the kitchen. They’d been busy—the frosting was all cleaned up, the table had been washed, and she was carefully setting the cupcakes into a rectangular cake pan.
“Mold,” I said shortly. Jessica made a face. “Hey, I’ll take that over giving an enema any day!”
“God, do you remember that old guy with the blockage?” Sherri asked. “I’ve never seen so much shit in my life. It just kept coming and coming . . .”
“You have the most disgusting jobs on earth,” Jess declared. “Seriously cannot understand how you do it.”
“Speaking of, can you take my late shift on Thursday night?” Sherri asked me. “There’s a baby shower for a girl I went to high school with.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I’ll have to find someone to watch Izzy that night—the regular sitter is out of town this week. Maybe Loni can, but she’s already watching her on Wednesday, too.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Jess said quickly. “And if she can’t, I’ll come over.”
“Perfect,” said Sherri. “And I’ll cover your shift on Wednesday night.”
I frowned. “I don’t need you to cover my shift—Izzy already has a sleepover planned with Loni and Reese.”
“But you still need coverage,” she said, grinning wickedly. “Because you have a date. With Aaron. He’s taking you to dinner up in Callup and then to a party, seeing as neither of you are scheduled for Thursday morning.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, getting a cold feeling deep in my stomach.
“You texted him while Izzy was taking her bath,” Jessica said. “You told him that Sherri suggested you get in touch. He asked you out. It was all very sweet—he really likes you and I think you really like him, too. At least, that’s the impression you gave with your text, you wicked little flirt.”