Before Rowan could figure out how she felt about Burger’s revelation, Fyn interrupted her thought process.
“What happened to your lights?” he asked.
She groaned and thumped her head on the porch. “I have no idea. It was on when I left for work, and now it’s off. I don’t even know when it went off.”
“I can take a look at it if you like?” Fyn offered.
Rowan just smiled weakly. “Like the water heater?”
He chuckled. “Yeah. I just hope it’ll be just as quick. But this house is ancient and is prone to its attitudes.”
“Well, it has a giant attitude with me right now,” she grumbled.
“I think I can convince her to behave and play nice,” he told her with a mischievous wink.
There was a tone in Fyn’s voice that seemed more intimate than discussing the electrical unit. It caused a flush to rush over her cheeks, and she dropped her gaze. She couldn’t believe he had spoken to her like that and wondered if it was her imagination or just wishful thinking.