Irresistible. Сьюзен Мэллери

are you, dear.”

      “Ouch.”

      Mrs. Ford shook her head. “I’m sorry if that sounded harsh, and I apologize in advance for speaking my mind. Elissa, you’re living like a nun. It’s not natural for a woman your age. You have a perfectly attractive, healthy man living less than ten feet over your head. You should do something about that. Use it or lose it, I always say.”

      Elissa didn’t know what to think. Parts of her brain actually froze. Was her ninety-something neighbor suggesting she have sex with Walker? Sex?

      “Actually, you don’t say that,” Elissa managed at last. “You said I had to be in love first. While I appreciate the advice…” Sort of. “The thing is, I don’t want Zoe hurt. I don’t want her to get attached only to have the guy leave.”

      “Not all men leave.”

      True. Sometimes you had to kick them out yourself.

      Mrs. Ford’s dark eyes narrowed. “It’s important for Zoe to know what a healthy romantic relationship looks like. She needs to understand how a man and woman relate to each other.”

      “That’s why we watch television,” Elissa said cheerfully. “There are plenty of perfect families there.”

      CHAPTER FOUR

      SATURDAY ELISSA ARRIVED home with Zoe only to find Mrs. Ford standing on the front porch. It was warm and the old lady shouldn’t be out in the sun. The fact that she was gave Elissa a bad feeling.

      “What’s wrong?” Elissa asked as she got out of the car.

      “It’s the plumbing, dear,” Mrs. Ford said with a sigh. “It’s all backed up. I spoke to the answering service. Our landlord is on a cruise and the usual plumber isn’t answering his page. The service is trying to get someone here on an emergency basis, but they keep pointing out that it’s Saturday and it’s very expensive for that kind of call.”

      Elissa groaned. Was that their way of only pretending to make the call?

      “Let me call them,” she said. “Zoe, honey, stay out here with Mrs. Ford.”

      “Why?” her daughter asked.

      “Because when the plumbing backs up, it gets really stinky.”

      Mrs. Ford smiled. “Stinky is a very good word.”

      Seattle’s other name—the Emerald City—came from the abundance of trees and lots of rain. But the rain mostly fell in winter. Summer could be hot and sunny for weeks at a time, like now. Unfortunately, most apartments weren’t air-conditioned—no one thought it was worth the expense for only a few weeks out of the year.

      Which meant Elissa’s apartment was not only stinky, it was stifling when she went inside.

      The smell was thick and disgusting. She had the feeling it would never wash out of her hair. She quickly went around the apartment and opened all the windows, then did the same in Mrs. Ford’s place. On her tour, she noted that every sink and both tubs were backed up.

      The same thing had happened right after she’d moved in. Tree roots caused the problem. A quick visit by the plumber with some nifty tool had cleared things up, leaving only the mess to contend with. She had an unfortunate feeling this time wasn’t going to be so easy.

      “Elissa?”

      She heard Walker calling her name and walked toward the sound. She found him in her kitchen.

      “Hi,” she said. “Welcome to the neighborhood. Any chance I can convince you not to flush or run water?”

      Being the upstairs apartment, Walker wouldn’t have the backup, although anything he did up there would spill into her place.

      “Mrs. Ford said she didn’t think the service was trying that hard to find a plumber,” he said by way of answering.

      “Apparently our usual guy isn’t answering his page. I was just going to call them and give them a stern talking-to. I’m guessing this is caused by tree roots. Our main line runs across the driveway and then into the grove of trees on the east side of the property. At least that’s what it was last time.”

      Walker checked out her kitchen sink, then asked, “Do you know where the trap is?”

      “Sure.”

      She led the way outside. Zoe danced over to stare at Walker. “Can you fix the stinky plumbing?”

      Elissa held in a smile. Later she would explain that the plumbing itself wasn’t the culprit.

      “I’m going to try,” he said.

      Zoe’s eyes widened. “You can do that?”

      “We’ll see.”

      Elissa showed him the trap.

      “I’ll go rent a snake,” he said. “Let’s see if that fixes the problem.”

      “You don’t have to do that,” she told him, even as she thought she should keep her mouth shut. After all, Walker would get the job done a lot faster than a long argument with the service, then sitting around and waiting on a plumber.

      “What’s a snake going to do?” Zoe asked. “Do you have a cage for it? I don’t like snakes.”

      “It’s not a real snake,” Elissa told her daughter. “It’s the name of a special tool.”

      Walker smiled. “I’ll show you when I get back.”

      “Okay.” Zoe looked doubtful.

      “I should have this fixed in an hour,” Walker told Elissa. “Why don’t you ladies go get lunch or something? It’s too hot to be standing outside and you don’t want to go inside with that smell.”

      He had a point. Mrs. Ford already looked a little flushed.

      “I’ll leave the back door open in case you need to get in the house,” Elissa said.

      “Thanks.”

      Five minutes later they were in a blissfully cool fast-food restaurant. As Zoe stared at the kids’ menu and tried to decide on lunch, Mrs. Ford nudged Elissa in the ribs.

      “Father figure,” she mouthed.

      Elissa grinned. “I know. Who can resist a man with a snake?”

      THREE HOURS LATER the pipes were clear and the last of the mess had been cleaned up. Elissa had insisted that Mrs. Ford keep her afternoon movie date with her friends.

      After scrubbing out the tub three times, Elissa doused the whole thing in bleach. Still, she was going to have Zoe shower for a few days, until the pipe backup cooties were all gone.

      She wandered over to Mrs. Ford’s apartment where Walker stood at the sink, rinsing the old porcelain.

      “You didn’t have to do the cleanup,” she said. “We’re so grateful to have drainage again. That was enough.”

      “I didn’t mind,” he told her as he turned off the water. “Mrs. Ford is too old to get down on her knees and scrub out a tub and there was no reason for you to do two.”

      There was no reason for him to do one. “But Walker…”

      He shrugged. “I’ve cleaned worse, believe me. I’ve dug trenches for latrines. This is easy.”

      “If you say so. You’re going to submit a bill for the snake to the landlord, right?”

      “Oh, yeah, I’ll be sure to get reimbursed for that.”

      She had a feeling he wasn’t going to bother, which made her crazy. “You shouldn’t have to pay.”

      “It doesn’t matter, Elissa. I promise.”

      It was