Downpour: A Grumpy Sunshine Romance

“Shit!” I squeaked as my foot caught on the uneven sidewalk outside Mr. Wilson’s house, sending me sprawling. My palms slammed against the cement and my knee followed. The concrete’s jagged edge bit into my skin and blood trickled down my shin.

I bit my lip, rolled onto my butt, and poked at the gash to examine the damage. That only made it bleed more.

On the bright side, at least I was done with my only client for the day and could enjoy the glorious weather with a good book and my feet propped up.

I brushed myself off and hobbled to my car, grimacing at the sharp ache in my knee. As I settled into the driver’s seat, a truck whizzed by, making my car shake. I held my breath, hoping the mirrors would stay on.