Unbreakable (Haven Falls 6)
We all chipped in and bought some new carpet for the living room and bedrooms. It’s basically the cheapest one we could find, but it looks good and doesn’t smell and that’s all that matters.
It’s going to look so fresh when we’re done. The boys are eventually going to get around to fixing the front yard and adding a little landscaping. When they’re done, it’s finally going to feel like a home. Hell, I’ll even get them to fix up the mailbox.
It has me wondering if Rivers is even aware that this is his home now. I’m sure if he did, he would have made these changes himself years ago. He’s not the kind of guy to disrespect the things he’s worked for. This home though, it probably just reminds him of the bad times growing up, but not anymore. It will be like coming home to a brand new house that will welcome him in and have him proud to call it home.
Tully helps Aria roll up the old carpet before she takes a step back and instantly drops her foot into my tray of paint. “Oh, shit!”
I groan as I look at my best friend. “Really?” I say, putting down the roller and searching out the old towel that was tossed down on the floor earlier. “That’s the third time in two hours. What the hell is so important going through your head that you can’t remember not to stand in the tray of fucking paint?”
“Sorry,” she laughs, jumping around on one foot while trying not to get paint everywhere. She eventually falls to her ass with her foot in the air and I toss the towel at her, though, it doesn’t do much good because it’s already covered in paint. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
I raise a smug brow. “Could it have anything to do with the murmured conversation we can hear coming from above us?”
“No…yes. I don’t know. I just know Noah’s giving him a hard time and it doesn’t help that they’re on a roof. I keep checking out the window, waiting to see Spencer ‘accidentally’ tumble off of it.”
“Come on,” I laugh, helping her back up once her foot is clean. “Noah’s not that bad. He’ll give him a hard time, but he’d be respectful of the fact that you’re still trying to work it out and he won’t overstep until you decide that you actually like him.”
“What do you mean until I decide?”
I shrug my shoulders and get back to painting. “Just that the second you want to make it official; he’ll probably make Spencer want to run away and never come back. Until then, he’ll be satisfied just playing with him.”
In the next moment, we hear a muffled grumble coming from above followed by the loud banging sounds of the hammer. “Yeah, he’s definitely going to have some fun with this.”
We get back to work and before I know it, the living room is completely painted and Tully has finally finished putting up some curtains so the world can no longer see inside. The floors are bare and we’re hoping that the new carpet will go in over the next few days. Then I’m assuming we’ll even get him some furniture to make this place a little homier.
I take my paint tray and walk down to the laundry room to start washing everything up and soon have Lacey right by my side, waiting for me to finish so she can use the paint tray in the bathroom.
The hammer sounds again on the roof and I let out a dreamy sigh. “Damn, that boy sure loves to use his hammer.”
A soft chuckle sounds behind me and I whip myself around, taking in the overdramatic smirk on Noah’s face. “Really, now? You like what Spencer can do with his hammer?”
My eyes bulge out of my head as a gasp comes sailing out. “I thought that was you up there.”
“Nope.”
I walk into him, leaving the tray behind in the running water, though Lacey quickly picks up where I left off. I wrap my arms around him and he holds up his dirty hands, not wanting to get crap all over me. “You know, maybe I am interested in a little hammering by Spencer. He’s managed to keep Tully clinging on so maybe he’s got something going on that I should be looking into.”
Noah suddenly has no issue putting his dirty hands on me as I end up with a perfectly, dusty handprint on my ass. “Sometimes I forget how funny you are, and then you go and say something like that…Wait. No…no, I was right. You’re not funny at all.”
I’m two seconds from cursing him out when Tully’s loud, booming voice shoots down the hallway, pulling my attention away from the man I’m madly in love with. “What’s the holdup?” she demands, looking to her brother. “If you’re finished with the roof then I need you to help me get all this old carpet out.”