Narrowing his eyes, Summer scrabbled at the showerhead, yanking it off the hook and aiming it directly at Isaac. “You ass. Out! Out!”
He shrieked, more for the effect rather than anything else, before jumping out of the shower, still laughing away to himself. “That was brilliant!”
Eyes still narrow, huffing to himself, the redhead turned the water off. He wrapped the curtain around himself, partly for effect himself, and mock-glared at Isaac. “You,” he said haughtily, “are the most incorrigible werewolf I’ve ever met. Give me a towel.”