Jasmine
The call came just as I finished setting up beneath the studio lights.
I glanced over without thinking, expecting Davin to wave whoever it was away. Instead, I watched his expression change. The faint annoyance that had been lingering around his mouth disappeared, replaced by something tighter.
“How bad?” he asked, already reaching for his jacket.
He paused briefly. “That’s a twenty-minute drive. Tell her not to move anything until I get there.”
He hesitated, his brow furrowing. “No, Lucas.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for a second. “Do not let her fix the pipe herself. She’ll turn one burst pipe into an entirely new kitchen.”
As soon as I heard those words, a smile appeared on my face, and I already knew the reason for his behavior.
He let out a we
