Chapter Sixteen
He’d fixed the well, warded off Scarlett’s numerous advances as she continued to dog his heels, and was now in Naomi’s cabin, under her sink, fixing what she’d said was a blocked pipe. And where was Ivy? Off in her cabin, getting ready for her dinner date with Henry. He twisted the pipe with the plumber’s wrench, and water spilled out all over his face.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! Let me get you a towel,” Naomi said. She was standing just inside the door and pulled a towel off the rack as he slid out from under the sink.
Water poured out of the loosened pipe he’d just undone. He wiped his face and pulled off the elbow, seeing wadded toilet paper jammed deep inside. He put the bucket under the pipe to catch the remaining water, then stood up and worked at getting the paper out. “S
