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“So the thing is—” she started to say.
“You took a fucking wall out of my room?” he said—more like yelled. “You didn’t think I’d notice? I’d come home from work and think, ‘Oh, right. This is normal. Don’t see anything wrong here.’”
Nikki made a face. “It wasn’t supposed to disintegrate like that.”
“What the fuck was it supposed to do?”
He was swearing a lot. Even for him.
But the adrenaline of nearly dying had kicked in and he didn’t have anywhere else to put it.
“I wasnaked,” he yelled. “I could have lost my dick and balls! The only real friends I have left!”
“That’s not even your room! Steiny moved out! How was I supposed to know you’d be in therenaked!”Nikki yelled right back.
“It was my fault.”
Asa swallowed and finally looked at the other person standing in the room. He had assumed it was André, Nikki’s husband.
He had assumed wrong.
The figure held up a hand and wiggled their fingers. His glasses were still on his head so his vision was too impaired to know for sure who it was.
But there were literally only three people in the world he didn’t want to see standing in his home. Two of them, Nikki would never let through the door. The other though?
“Zara.” He heaved a sigh, ignoring the way his fingers tingled and his skin heated. “You’re the last person I expected to try to castrate me.”
“Okay, let’s all calm down,” Nikki said, suppressing a laugh. “We need to find you some pants, bud.”
“Castrate you?” Zara replied, her voice that low, husky timber that drove him crazy. Somewhere between seductive and bored. A trademark of her brand and one of the reasons she was the most famous and successful singer in the industry. And also why even though he’d been avoiding her and any mention of her, she still showed up in his dreams every once in a while. “I would never.”
Asa shook his head and turned around to go back into his room, knowing full well that both Nikki and Zara were going to get anunobstructed view of his ass since he hadn’t wrapped the towel fully around himself. They could kiss it for all he cared.
“Whoa. Asa. Pants,” Nikki sputtered.
He stomped as best he could in bare feet over crumbling plaster and the remnants of the wall back into his room. Or what used to be his room.
“I have to shower again. I’m going to be late.”
“Wait.” Nikki followed him. “Please don’t shower. All that plaster in these old pipes?”
He dropped his glasses back onto his face but that was worse, so he shoved them back up again. He turned to scowl at her. “And what do you suggest?” he asked.
“You look like Santa,” she said, really testing the limits of their friendship.
She snorted and he glared harder.
“I’ll call Johnny and let him know you’ll be late while you go out back and have Zara hose you off.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Asa replied.
“I think that’s a great idea,” Zara contributed. “I am an excellent hose wielder.”
His lip curled in her general direction, annoyed that she was there. Annoyed that he was happy to see her. Annoyed that she was adorable no matter what the circumstances.
“I’m really sorry,” Nikki said, dropping her voice. “I really didn’t know you were using this room. Also, the wall wasn’t supposedto come down like that. I had a whole plan. It was—never mind. That’s not important now.”
Asa closed his eyes and dropped his head.
