Obsession Falls (The Haven Brothers #1)

A hot naked girl.

I adjusted myself in my jeans.

Dumbass. I should have known better than to barge in when I heard the water running. But it had pissed me off. There was some random asshole in my house—with a dog—and they were taking a bath?

Except it wasn’t a squatter and I’d looked like a jackass.

I got in my truck and dug out my phone to call Annika.

“Hey,” she answered. “I kind of have my hands full, but what’s up?”

“Did you rent the two-bedroom to someone?”

“I sure did.” Her voice was annoyingly cheerful. “Quick, right? Did you call to thank me? Because if you did, I don’t know why you sound angry.”

“Were you going to tell me the place was occupied?”

“Sorry, I just hadn’t yet. Wait, why?”

“I just went over there and barged in on some girl because I thought she was a squatter.”

My sister burst out laughing. I ground my teeth together in frustration.

“I’m sorry.” She took a gasping breath. “Oh my gosh, that’s not funny but I can’t stop laughing.”

“You’re right, it’s not funny. She was in the bath.”

That earned me a renewed bout of hysterical laughter.

“That poor girl. I really shouldn’t laugh. You must have scared the crap out of her.”

The image of her falling, face first, into the tub was burned into my memory. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry. She came out of nowhere asking to rent it and wanted it as soon as possible. I only gave her the keys a few hours ago and then I had to get home to the kids.”

“And you say I’m the one who lacks communication skills.”

“Well, you do. Did you apologize to Audrey?”

Somehow it didn’t surprise me that her name was Audrey. She’d looked like an Audrey. Not when she was falling into the bathtub. Then she’d just looked like a lot of smooth skin and a very nice ass. But when she’d come out afterwards.

In fact, she’d looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place her.

“You know, the tenant,” Annika said when I didn’t answer. “Her name is Audrey Young. She’s from Pinecrest.”

“Yes, I apologized.” I paused. Had I apologized? “Sort of.”

“You should probably go back over there and tell her you’re sorry. Just, you know, knock first like a normal person.”

“I’m not going back over there.”

She sighed. “Sure, leave it to me to do damage control.”

“You’re better at it than I am.”

“True. Although if you didn’t barge in on our tenants, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

“You say that as if I’ve done it before.”