Chapter 10
“I don’t even want to get into this right now!” Beau snapped. He huffed out an exasperated breath and spun away, tossing dirty clothes into the laundry hamper. Angry cleaning, Vin thought. It was a habit Beau had of getting all bent out of shape about Vin’s relatively lax housekeeping. So he would spin around like an angry tornado, leaving a wake of cleanliness in his path.
“Look, I’m sorry.” Vin raised his hands. “I always had a housekeeper.”
Beau whirled back, dirty boxers in one hand. “I’m not even talking about the housecleaning, although, for f**k’s sake, how goddamn hard is it to throw your shorts an extra six inches?”
“Hey, we can’t all be Molly Maid,” Vin said, fielding the pair of jeans that came flying at him and deposited them into the basket. “Somebody has to be
