Not His Dragon: Romantic Comedy (Not This Series Book 1) by Annie Nicholas

Author:Annie Nicholas
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2016-07-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Angie squirmed under the sink in room one at Scratch Your Itch. She’d come in on her day off to clear the fucking blockage. At least she got to sleep in today. Adjusting the pipe wrench to the right size, she tried to loosen the trap. Before opening her business, she’d never owned a tool let alone knew how to use one, but the place seemed cursed with repairs.

It had almost taken a blood offering for her tech guys to get the damn alarm to shut off yesterday. Her ears still rang. Maybe she should take Ken’s advice and burn the place down to collect the insurance money. She even knew a dragon who could accidentally sneeze a fireball on her place.

All her profits were going back into fixing the building. It was like she had a personal black cloud hovering over her shop—electrical problems, plumbing backups, exploding toilets, for goodness sake. Next the roof would leak. She’d place what little money she had left on that bet.

The pipe loosened and came apart, landing against her forehead with a solid thunk. A gush of cold mucky water splashed into her open eyes. With a noise resembling a dying moose, she scooted out from under the sink and wiped her face on a towel. “I should’ve called the plumber.” But her bank account said no. Not if she wanted to eat next week.

Pulling out the pipe trap from under the white sink cabinet, she peered inside. With her fingertips, she pulled out a clump of what looked like dog hair. Had one of the shifters taken a bath in her sink? Was nothing sacred? She knocked the pipe against the inside of the trash can, while holding her nose shut with the other hand and trying to keep her breakfast down.

She must have been a really, really bad person in another life to deserve this much grief in this one. Nothing would go her way. When she’d made the deal to buy the building, she thought she finally had gotten a break. She could earn a decent living and maybe, just maybe, she could finally afford a decent home. Her throat tightened. Possibly start a family… She squashed that secret dream back inside her heart, not giving it the time of day. She couldn’t allow herself the fantasy. If she couldn’t take care of herself, she definitely couldn’t take care of kids.

With a growl, she put her pity party on hold and crawled back under the sink. Reattaching the pipe was a lot harder than taking it off; the small threads were worn and hard to realign properly over the Teflon tape. She tightened the pipe with her wrench. Her shoulders ached and her neck would have a kink after the way she had to maneuver her body under the sink. She rested her arms at her side and set the pipe wrench on the ground to catch her breath. Gazing up at the sink’s underbelly, she spotted something in the corner of the cabinet.

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