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“Hannah, Aunt Tess touched poop!”
“More towels!” I yell.
“They’re all hanging up to dry; these are all I could find.”
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. This situation is starting to feel dire.
“Whoa, let me in there,” a deep voice says behind Hannah.
Dom walks into the bathroom. How he got here, I have no idea. He steps through the water building up on the floor and goes to the back of the toilet, turning something.
The water flow slows to a stop. I pull my arm out of the toilet, both mortified by my appearance and grateful he’s here.
“The water’s off,” he says. “I heard there’s a towel shortage?”
“Our dryer is broken, and it’s laundry day, so they’re hanging up downstairs.”
He nods. “Let’s see if we can borrow some towels from neighbors and maybe a wet/dry vac, too.”
“Okay, good idea.”
“Let’s get you guys out of there.” Dom lifts Tate out of the bathtub and carries him to the doorway, where he deposits him onto the carpet, then he does the same with Sam.
“My Aunt Tess touched poop,” Tate says.
Nice. He doesn’t even know Dom, but he’s still compelled to tell him.
“Boys, go search the basement for towels. If you find any, bring them up here.”
They leave, and I stand up, locking gazes with Dom.
“I don’t know how you got here, but thanks.”
“Zane and I were about to install a new storm door out front when we heard the commotion.”
“I can’t afford a new door.”
He waves a hand. “Already bought it. It’s Zane’s next project—learning how to use some tools.”
That stirs something up inside me, but I don’t have time to think about it right now. Dom gestures toward the bathroom doorway.
“I’m gonna go find a wet/dry vac and some towels.”
“Thanks. I’ll try some other neighbors.”
“Let Zane and I work on this. You get changed into some dry clothes and handle those boys.”
He grins and I shake my head.
“A stuffed dog. One of my nephews put a stuffed dog in the toilet.”
One corner of his lips tips up in amusement as he types into his phone. “Hey, remind me of your address.”
I give it to him. I’d also recite my social security number right now if he asked because he took charge and saved the day when I was shoulder-deep in toilet water.
“Are my floors ruined?” My voice comes out weary. “Just tell me so I know.”
“Nothing’s ruined.”
