Whispers After Dark
“I think it’s broken.”
“Yeah,” she said, stepping inside. “I got that impression from the indoor waterfall.”
I laughed despite myself, and she smiled like she’d been trying to get exactly that reaction out of me.
“I’m Naomi,” she said. “Apartment 3B.”
“Dani.”
“Well, Dani, move over before you drown.”
Before I could protest, Naomi handed me her iced coffee and crouched in front of the sink. She rolled up the sleeves of her tank top slightly, exposing more ink on her arm, and reached beneath the cabinet with a confidence that suggested she had done this before.