Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
But the writer insists that he’s seen the bird, and asks to make an appointment to view it up close. I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh heavily. I can feel a migraine coming on because this isn’t great news. If there are hawks nesting on our roof, we’ll likely need to re-home them. There’s no fucking way we’re going to host birds of prey on our property, and we definitely don’t want a parade of people requesting to see them either.
Even worse, it means that our roof has been surveyed by others. Other people are pointing their binoculars at our building, and god knows if they’ve caught a glimpse of Tanya and her sexy rituals, much less a couple sessions of our depraved fucking. We don’t usually do it out in the open, but there have been one or two dirty foursomes up there, no question. Has the world been observing?
I grunt with displeasure, slamming my fist on the desktop. Fuck! Have we been spied upon all this time? I suppose it’s a possibility, and there’s only one way to find out. I dash out an email, and agree to meet Henry at a local coffee shop the next day. Someone’s got to take care of business because I don’t want anyone seeing our girl’s curves but us … and I’m going to make sure this fucker understands.
9
Tanya
Chris, Carl, James and I sit in Birch Coffee, nursing our drinks. I can tell they’re nervous because Chris’s knee shakes as Carl looks around, his blue gaze intent.
“You said he was a birder?” I ask in a hesitant voice before sipping at my java.
James nods, his mouth set in a grim line.
“Unfortunately, yes. I’m sorry, honey. We should have been more careful. I never thought to check the trees for avian friends.”
I cover his big hand with my small one.
“No, it’s not your fault,” I say in a gentle tone. “I never thought to do that either, and besides, the trees aren’t even big. It’s surprising that a bird would make a home in one of them, much less a hawk.”
After all, James shared the email he got with us, with every intention of confronting Henry alone. But Chris, Carl and I insisted on coming along. We’re all parties to this fiasco, and so reluctantly, James agreed to our presence. Still, my men are brimming with possession and fury because we know that it’s very likely that someone’s been watching our steamy sessions, and has gotten an eyeful of my luscious curves in the process.
My heart drops at that thought because the spy is clearly a disgusting voyeur. He’s probably sixty years old with a bald, shiny pate, and rotting teeth. I can see it now: a middle-aged pervert with the build of a scrawny teenage boy, and the manners of a child. My mood deflates when I think about the upcoming confrontation. It’s not going to be fun, that’s for sure.
But at that moment, a handsome man enters the café, looking around like he’s searching for someone. He sees us sitting at a table and lifts one hand in greeting.
Immediately, my heart begins to hammer. This is the neighborhood pervert? The man looks like Henry Cavill from Superman, and not the spindly, putrid freak that I was envisioning in my mind. He has the same dark hair and penetrating blue eyes, as well as the physique of a Marvel superhero. His broad shoulders fill out a blue button down, and the stranger has to be at least six three or six four with his long legs clad in dark denim. Wow, I had no idea that birders looked like this.
The man strides over to us and nods.
“I’m Henry,” he introduces himself in a deep voice. “You’re the folks from the building, I presume?” Weird! His name is actually Henry, like the actor?
“You presume correctly,” James says in a frigid voice while standing. I shoot him a warning look and smile at Henry.
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Tanya, and this is James, Chris and Carl. We’re the residents of the bird building, I guess is what we could call it.”
“Henry Cutler,” the man replies, shaking our hands in turn. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Would you like a coffee?” I ask.
He shakes his head, sitting down with a smile.
“No. I know it’s rude but the café’s busy, so I don’t think they’ll notice if I buy nothing. If they do notice, I’ll grab a croissant later. But yeah, thanks for meeting me. As I wrote in the email, you have a red-tail hawk nesting in one of the trees on your roof. Which means that he or she has a partner, and soon, you’ll have baby hawks too.”
“Wow,” I murmur. “Just wow.”
“Our trees are small,” Chris growls. “Why would the hawks pick our building? Isn’t Central Park a better location? With prey, and greenery, and all?”