Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 25457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Besides, lately she’s been giving me shit so I know for damn sure she isn’t interested.
***
“He’s such an ass it’s a wonder he can tie his shoes in the morning. Jerk. I flounced back down on my lounge chair and took another hit of my bong.
I’d started smoking this mess just to mess with my stuff shirt neighbor, but I kinda like it.
It saves me a lot of aggravation, not to mention the fact that it keeps me from murdering my neighbor in his sleep.
Or worst yet, raping him in the night. I’m such a fail, here I am mooning over a man who doesn’t even know I exist when I have offers lined up and down the whole neighborhood.
I couldn’t even go to the grocery store without getting hit on. But none of those men had windblown chestnut brown hair and hazel eyes that looked into my soul.
Or that body with corded muscles and that tattoo that covered a part of his arm, or the nipple piercing that I’d spied the first time I’d seen him shirtless in his yard.
That had given my ideas about other piercings that might be hiding somewhere on his body. Shit I’ve gone and made myself hot.
I hate him the pig. If that wasn’t bad enough, he had the nerve to bring some strange woman home with him a few weeks ago and sleep with her not once, but twice that I know of.
After the second time, I couldn’t bring myself to peep out my window like I usually did when I heard his car pull into his driveway at night, when he came home.
I’m such an ass I still lay awake late at night waiting for him to come home before I can go to sleep. Why did he have to be so beautiful?
Dammit Angelica, Caleb Thorpe is not worth the time of the day, stop mooning over him and go find you a real man.
I decided to take my advice once and for all. It could be the weed talking, but I was gonna run with it.
I picked up my phone from the chair next to me and called my friend Karen. Karen was my go to girl when I wanted to break out of my shell. She was the only one who could get me to go out of my comfort zone.
“Karen what are you doing tonight?”
“Whatever it is that you want me to.” She already had a ring of excitement in her voice; I guess I was pretty obvious in my approach.
“I want to go dancing, I want to let my hair down and get wild.”
“Hot dog that sounds like a plan. Leave everything to me I know just the place. Give me half an hour and I’ll be there to get you ready.”
“I’ll be waiting.” I hung up and finished my bowl with a cough. I heard a window slam next door.
Good I hope you get high and shoot yourself in the foot. I regretted the thought as soon as it left my head. It scares me the risks he takes for his job.
Though I admire the hell out of him for what he does, putting his life on the line day in and day out for complete strangers.
I follow all his exploits in the papers and on the evening news. You could say he’s one of the reasons I had chosen to move here.
Not the man himself, well not exactly, but his office. After reading about his war on crime in his streets, I’d decided it was the right place for me.
Imagine my surprise when I ended up living right next door to him. It was divine providence, or so I used to think. That was before he had become the asshole jerk next door.
I picked up my stuff from around the pool and headed inside to wait for Karen. Her mess will take a whole evening.
She loves to treat me like a little china doll. Karen was my roommate in college; she lives in the next town over and is always game for a good time.
No one would ever believe that she’s a topnotch up and coming lawyer. When court’s not in session, the hair comes down and the hemline goes up. I love that crazy girl.
Chapter 3
“Lieu?”
“Brady?” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I tried to see the clock.
“Yeah, uh, we got a situation.” I was already getting out of bed and looking for the jeans I’d dropped only a few short hours ago.
My pain in the ass neighbor had decided to take pity on me and keep her claptrap music down to a minimum, and I was taking advantage.
“What kinda situation?”
“It’s your neighbor.”
“My what?” I tried to hotfoot it to my front window to see what was going on with the elderly couple on the other side of me.
“Yeah, the one that’s always giving you shit.”
My heart did a weird flip-flop in my chest. “What...what happened?” I stopped in my tracks as all sorts of disasters ran through my head.
“She’s about to get herself in a whole heap of trouble.”
“Stop talking in fucking riddles and tell me what the fuck is going on.” My heart was about to knock a hole in my chest.
“Let’s just say we’re down at Mooney’s bar and there’s drinking and a naked chest involved.”
“Whose naked chest?”
“Hers.”
I slammed the phone down and ran for the door. Don’t ask me why the fuck I cared.
She’s nothing but a thorn in my side; maybe I should leave her to her own devices.
Somehow that didn’t sit well with me though. And why the fuck was she showing her tits in Mooney’s place?
I got there in less time that it would’ve taken because I took the Harley. It wouldn’t do to get caught speeding but…
The music was ten decibels above deafening; I didn’t have to look too far to find her.
She and that friend of hers were the center of attention. She was in the middle of a group of muscle bound fuckers with debauchery on their minds.