House Rules
House Rules
It was the sight of a damp, rumpled towel on the bathroom floor that irritated Ivan's already frayed nerves. In the three weeks Erin had lived with him, she'd remembered to hang her wet towel on the bar only two or three times. After putting in ten hours at the gym trying to get his fighter in shape for the upcoming championship match, the very last thing he wanted to do was trip over a sodden towel left on the tile floor.
