Free The Super: A Bad Boy Romance by Anne Connor Page B

and afternoon, and repeated attempts to get him or the super have been unsuccessful.
    Between this and not being able to get my mind off Drew, I’m a little bit of a mess.
    I’m not a diva. I could probably go out and get the tools I need to fix the problem. I’m handy. I know my way around a wrench. But I think it best not to meddle with the issue, and just call the professional to take care of it.
    But for some reason, the super isn’t answering his phone.
    I cradle my phone between my ear and shoulder as I search my linen closet for a bucket to catch the dripping water beneath the sink.
    “Okay, good.” Jess responds. “Because I’m outside your building. I’ll be up in a minute. You okay?”
    “I’m fine,” I respond with a huff as the phone nearly falls from my shoulder and into a pile of dirty towels in my hallway.
    “Okay, but you sound like you’re out of breath or something.”
    “Just come up, will you?”
    Jess doesn’t have a key to my place, but she might as well. She’s over constantly, except on the weekends if she has a guy over at her place.
    Maybe she’s right. Maybe I should have hooked up with Drew on Friday, whatever that means.
    What would it mean, anyway? A kiss? Me sprawled out beneath him on a stupid mahogany desk in his office? A quickie in the bathroom?
    I hear a knock at the door, and even though I know it’s Jess, I hope it’s someone to take a look at my sink.
    “Who is it?” I call, peeking through the peep-hole, unlatching the chain and unlocking the deadbolt.
    “It’s the handyman. I’m here to make you feel all better.”
    There’s Jess, dressed in short shorts and a black tank top.
    “Oh, really? Where are your tools, then, Mr. Handyman?”
    She skips past me and collapses onto the couch.
    “It’s Ms. Handyman. Handyman isn’t a gendered term. Just because it has the word man in it.”
    “Oh, okay,” I say, rolling my eyes and going back into the kitchen.
    “What’s the problem, anyway? I thought you said the building was in good shape.”
    “It is. And the owner is very nice. It’s just this little issue with the sink. And I don’t want to let it go too long and have it become a big problem. You know. Nip it in the bud while it’s still manageable.”
    I get down on my hands and knees to slide the bucket into place under the sink to catch the drip. I go to turn on the faucet to wash my hands, and then realize, of course, I shouldn’t be doing that.
    “Have you ever tried relaxing, Molly?” Jess puts her feet up on the coffee table as I go into the bathroom to wash up.
    “Oh, what a good idea. I guess I never thought of it like that.”
    “I’m just saying. It’s not a big deal. It’ll get fixed when it gets fixed. Worrying about it isn’t going to get anyone here to take care of it faster.”
    “You’re right.” I open the freezer and start to grab a pint of Ben and Jerry’s, but quickly put it back.
    “So, how was the rest of your night on Friday? Get everything done that you needed to yesterday?”
    “Yeah. I did, actually. I did a little bit of reading on the Andersons, and then I did some reading on the folks at the paper, and then -”
    “Did some reading on the Andersons, huh? You mean you obsessively searched for every picture of Drew you could find, right?”
    “No. It’s not like that.” I look away to hide the smile I can’t help from growing on my face.
    “It’s exactly like that. You should have seen how red your face got when he hit on you at the club. And now you regret not hooking up with him, right?”
    “I’m not going to just hook up with some guy, okay?”
    “Maybe I should remind you that he is not some guy. He’s Drew Anderson, and he liked you.”
    “I guess the problem is that I kind of liked him, too. I mean, it’s not possible to like someone you just met, but he was certainly hot.”
    I’m being demure for no reason. I should be able to tell my best friend about this stuff. But I can’t tell her I