She raced up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door. A beat later it whipped back open. “Hey!” she yelled down. “Why didn’t a brick fall out of my fireplace?”
Parker, halfway to the front door, stopped and eyed the fireplace. A brick hadn’t fallen out because he’d fixed it with one trip to the local hardware store for a mortar patch. But Ms. Prickly I’ve-Got-It wouldn’t want to hear that. “A brick totally just fell out,” he said.
There was a pause, and then she was at the top of the stairs, staring down at him. “You just lied to me.”
“It was a white lie,” he said. “And everyone knows white lies don’t really count.”
She blinked and then pointed at him. “Stop fixing my life!”
He laughed. “This house is not your life.”
The look on her face told him that he was wrong. She thought that the house was her life.
— from All I Want (Animal Magnetism #7) by Jill Shalvis
Jill Shalvis writes really fun contemporary romance. She’s a pro at quirky heroines, cute animals, hot dudes, and charm. Read any book by her anytime.