Covey: No matter what you wear, you’ll be the most beautiful woman there.
Wow, if the guys heard me talking to Cici like this, they’d never let me live it down.I'm already a goner and she isn’t even mine yet.
I let out a loud groan when I wake up late on Friday morning.I had things I wanted to get done today.A million errands to run and an overdue call to my agent.
I trudge into the bathroom and quickly get ready for my day.There are bags under my eyes, making me look at least five years older than I did yesterday.We had a difficult game and it went into overtime last night.I didn’t get home from work until almost midnight.It was exhausting.
I glance at the clock to see it’s already almost noon.I don’t know the last time I slept this late, but I guess my body needed it.I’ve learned to listen to my body over the years and pay attention to what it needs.I won't be able to play baseball for long if my body can’t keep up.
Our reservation at the Mexican restaurant is for six o’clock.When I texted Cici to let her know, she asked if we could meet at the restaurant.She doesn’t think she’ll be finished work early enough to come home.
As much as I wanted to pick her up and drive us, I understand where she’s coming from and I’ll happily do whatever makes her life a little easier.I know Scott, Powell, and Coleman is only two blocks away from the restaurant anyway.
“Yeah, I understand what you’re saying.I'm just not sure I want my image attached to that company,” I murmur as I unlock my front door after running my errands for the day.I have about thirty minutes before I need to leave for dinner.That should be plenty of time to shower and get changed.
As I step through the door, my shoes squish against the floor.I frown down and my eyes widen.There’s water everywhere.
“I want you to take a few days to-” I cut off my agent, not really caring about what he’s saying right now.I already know I'm going to turn down this offer and nothing he says is going to change my mind.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!”I growl.
“Covey?What’s going on?”
“My first floor is flooded.I need to go deal with this.”I hang up before he can even respond.
Running a rough hand through my hair, I try to figure out what to do first.I guess I need to figure out where the water is coming from and try to get it turned off.
Stomping into the kitchen, I tug open the cabinet under the sink and peer in at the pipes.There doesn’t seem to be any sort of leak in here.I move to the hallway bathroom and when I don’t find a leak there or in the laundry room, I head straight to the master bedroom.When I'm still coming up empty, I head to the bathroom on the other side of the house, the one for the spare bedrooms.
My carpet squishes beneath my shoes, making my anxiety grow and my patience shrink.I’ll have to rip this up and try to dry the place out.I’ll probably have to rip up the flooring throughout the entire house.I'm sure it’s all damaged at this point.
I don’t find any obvious leaks and it has my annoyance growing to an all-time high.I scrub a hand down my face and try to think this through.I could call a plumber, but I’d rather have someone I know in my house, than a complete stranger.Plus, I want someone I know will fix this correctly.
“Hello?”Wyatt answers his phone on the third ring.I breathe a sigh of relief.I thought he wasn’t going to answer my call and then I don’t know what I would’ve done.
“Hey, can you give me your dad’s number?”
“Sure, what’s going on?”
“I just came home and my house is flooded.I can’t figure out where the leak is coming from.”I scrub a hand down my face and try to reign in my anger.Getting frustrated isn’t going to solve anything.
“Let me call my dad.I’ll get him over there as soon as possible.”
“Thanks, man.I want someone I can trust to do this right.”
“I get it.I’ll give you a call back if he can’t get over to you for some reason.Most likely he or Charlie’s dad will be on your doorstep in the next hour.”
“Thanks.”
Wyatt says goodbye and we end the call.I spend the next twenty minutes trying to move anything I don’t want ruined off the floor.I have no clue how long this leak will continue for and there are a few things I don’t want destroyed.
A knock on my door has me rushing towards the front of the house.I swing the door open and come face to face with two huge guys.One of them has an easy smile stretched across his face and the other stares at me like he can see deep down into my soul.
“Hey, Covey.I'm Blake, Wyatt’s dad, and this is Wes, Charlie’s dad.Wyatt said you were having a little leak?”
“There’s nothing little about this leak,” I groan as I run my hands through my hair again.At this point I probably look a mess.
I motion for them to follow me into the house and Blake lets out a low whistle.Wes grimaces and shakes his head as he looks around.
