And Isaac could do that for her.
“I…I…” She ran her hand through her blonde hair, sending tendrils off at different angles. It was caught back in a bun, which he hated. It should be flowing free. He should be able to run his fingers through it at any time, twist it around his hand so he could draw her head back to kiss her.
Stop, asshole.
Not yours.
“I’ll go do that laundry for you. Is it in the washer?” She headed towards the enclosed porch where the ancient washer and dryer were.
“Stop,” he barked, surprised at hims
elf.
She whirled, her eyes wide, clearly as shocked he was.
“You’re not going near that washing machine. Where did Isaac go?”
“I’m here.” Isaac walked out of the porch. He looked at them both. “What’s wrong?”
“Caley was going to go do the laundry.”
Isaac narrowed his gaze. “You’re not going near that machine.”
She threw her hands into the air, clearly exasperated. “What am I meant to do when I need to wash clothes?”
“Far as I can see you generally just chuck them on the floor,” Isaac replied.
She glared at him, her hands on her hips as she tapped her foot.
“Isaac,” he groaned.
“What?”
“I wash my clothes. I’m not a complete slob. It’s the putting them away part I have trouble with.”
“You’re not using that washer,” he growled.
Isaac sent him a surprised look. He was obviously channeling his grouchier brother today.
“The washing machine is perfectly safe. I’m going to be using it once you guys are gone. What difference does it make if I use it now?”
“I had a look at it,” Isaac told her. “But I don’t know enough to tell what’s wrong. We need to order you a new one.”
She chewed her lip, looking worried. Christ, she probably didn’t have the money for a new one. His brother was an idiot sometimes, he should have just ordered one without telling her. Like Archer had done with the microwave.
“I’m sure I don’t need a new one.”
“You’re getting a new one,” Isaac decreed.
She sighed. “I guess it is a bit of a hazard. But it will take a while to get a new one up here. And you need your clothes washed.”
Isaac sighed. “Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”
She gave him a skeptical look.
“Just go with it, love. He’s stubborn. He’s not going to budge.”
She gave him a pointed look. “Yeah, well, I can see he’s not the only stubborn one.”