Hmm, a difficult decision.
Finally, I sigh.
“If all the food coming out of this dining hall tastes this good …”
“What?” Charli asks.
“I’m going to have to double my workouts this summer.”
Shelby laughs.
But judging by the second helping, Royce is already carrying back toward his seat, I have a feeling I’m not going to be the only one.
Axle
“Son of a bitch.”
I know something is wrong the second I open the cabin door.
My boots splash, and cold water soaks the hem of my jeans.
“What the—” I jerk backward.
Water is fucking everywhere. The entire floor of my cabin is flooded. Not deep enough to swim in, but enough to cover the floorboards and slosh around my boots.
A steady rushing sound echoes from somewhere deeper inside.
“Oh hell.”
I step inside and hurry past the kitchen to the hallway. The sound gets louder with every step.
My heart sinks. Because I already know this isn’t going to be a cheap fix.
I round the corner and enter the bathroom, where water sprays from behind the toilet like a damn fountain.
A busted supply line.
Fantastic.
I pull my phone from my pocket.
The dinner just ended ten minutes ago.
I hit Bryce’s number, and he answers on the second ring.
“What’s up?”
“My cabin’s flooding.”
Silence.
“What?”
“My cabin’s flooding,” I repeat.
Another pause.
Then, “How bad?”
