Chapter Fifteen
Ivy was wiping her hands on the dishtowel, watching a shirtless Chris from the kitchen window. He was in the tiny shed out back that housed the water tank and pump from the well, which had broken during breakfast when Naomi had turned on the tap to make coffee. Here was Chris, in back with her father’s tools, taking apart the pump and fixing whatever it was that had given out. Scarlett was behind him, pretending to help by handing tools, but at the same time Ivy didn’t miss the way her sister ogled every part of him. As good as he looked in a shirt, he looked better without one, and Scarlett…Ivy was ready to strangle her.
She heard the screen door slap.
“Chris said to turn the water on and see if anything comes out,” Naomi said.
At least she could do that much. She flic
