good one, one who doesn’t stuff his Jockeys and who isn’t gay?”
Beth nodded. “Seventy-five an hour.” They stared at her, and she shrugged. “What?
My sister just turned forty, and she’s been divorced twice. I bought her some quality fun,
so sue me.”
“The point is,” Hailey continued, grabbing a pretzel, “that most normal people don’t
wander around their house naked with the lights on at night unless their drapes are closed.
Hell, I live next door to Ethel and Gertrude—”
“Janice and Roberta,” Sydney corrected.
“—the pie ladies, and I still close my blinds before I hop into the shower or wander
around the house in my undies.”
“But you’re a prude.” Amy shrugged.
“I am not.” Hailey took offense, hearing the truth she wished was anything but. She
wanted to say something vulgar for the sheer hell of it, to prove to Amy how much of a
prude she wasnot, when Mr. Tool stood and stretched, distracting her. “Come on, baby,
give us a show tonight.”
Faith sighed, and the women crowded noticeably closer to the window.
“I think he looks tired, don’t you?” Sydney asked. “I mean, imagine lugging nail
guns and drywall around all day long in the summer heat. He’s got to be beat.”
“Yeah, but look at how toned he is from all that work.” Hailey stared with
admiration at the man who haunted her dreams. “So have we found out who Mr. Tool is
yet?”
“I kind of like Mr. Tool.” Amy laughed.
“Gage something.” Faith popped the top of a soda can and slurped. “I finallybumped
into him and knocked his mail to the ground. I didn’t see a ring on his finger.”
Beth snorted. “As if that means anything.”
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“Yeah, but in the past three months, have you ever seen him with a woman at his
place?” Hailey asked, waiting on a breath for the answer.
