Page 70 of Sinners are Winners


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She did as I asked, taking the first one she found, which happened to be one of my white undershirts.

I grinned when she pulled it on over her shoulders.

“What?” she asked.

I gestured to her chest.

I could just barely make out the dusky nipples beneath the fabric.

“I can see your nipples now…” I paused. “Just wait until the fabric is wet.”

She snorted and tossed her clothes into the empty washer.

“Does your mom come over and do your laundry or something while you’re at work?” she asked.

I opened the back door for her and looked out at the pool house.

We’d have to dart around the pool to get to it, and I wasn’t sure that I trusted her enough not to slip.

I grabbed onto her hand and closed the door behind us.

“I have a cleaning lady that comes over once a week,” I said. “She does the laundry that she finds. Leaves the clean shit on my couch to hang up. Ready?”

At her nod, we ran.

Once there, I inputted the code that would unlock her automatic lock—the one her father had added after he’d moved her in— then pushed inside only to come to an abrupt halt.

We both looked at the water that was leaking out of the ceiling.

“That’s not good,” I said, seeing the leak for what it was.

A money drain.

“No,” she agreed. “Let’s climb up there and spread a tarp so we…”

“Umm, how about no,” I said. “You’re not climbing up there doing anything. And that’s how you die. Do you want to die?”

She gave me a droll look.

“No, but I also don’t want you to have to pay thousands for a costly water repair when we could cover it up,” she countered.

I picked up the box that was closest to the quickly spreading water, placing it on the counter.

“Let’s get these boxes up,” I said. “That way they don’t get wet.”

“You have a bucket?” she asked.

“I have a kiddy pool that I’ll bring inside once we get these boxes up,” I told her.

We worked in companionable silence for a few moments as we moved, and I was thankful that she hadn’t unpacked.

Because with this roof leaking, I could see the damage on the walls…and I somehow knew that it wasn’t going to be as easy as just fixing the roof.

For it to be as bad as it was, it had to have been happening for a while.

Meaning there was likely a lot more damage than I could see behind the walls.

Fuck.

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