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“No! I just cleaned that,” Zoe said with a pathetic groan as she stared down at the muddy footprints on the floor that she’d just spent the last hour scrubbing.
“Damn it,” Trevor muttered as he looked down at his dirty boots and then back over his shoulder as the muddy trail he’d left behind. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“It’s fine,” she said, waving it off with a sigh as she added cleaning the floor back on her list of things that she needed to get done before the twins’ birthday party tomorrow.
“I’ll clean it up,” Trevor said, backtracking to the front door and toed off his boots and set them back on the mat by the door next to his toolbox.
She was going to argue, but she already had too much to do. She had to finish cleaning the house, inflate the new pool floats, run a half dozen errands and she needed to get them done before tomorrow morning so that she could put decorations, set up chairs, and a hundred other things before the party started. As soon as this party was over, she was going to sleep and god help them if anyone that woke her up.
“Where are the kids?” Trevor asked, grabbing the mop.
“Mom?” Mikey said loudly when it should have been more than obvious that this was a conversation that required whispering.
“Is he still here?” Kasey whispered through the keyhole, telling herself that it was perfectly normal for a grown woman to hide in her bedroom for two hours in order to avoid the man that had called her delectable.
“Who? Reese?” Mikey asked loudly, making Kasey wonder where she’d gone wrong.
“Yes! Reese!” she whispered harshly, shifting to get more comfortable, but after two hours of kneeling on the thin rug she was running out of positions.
“He’s in the kitchen fixing the sink,” she said, sounding like she had a mouthful of food.
“What are you eating?” she asked, shifting back into a sitting position and leaned back against the door.
“A burger. Reese made me lunch.”
“He made you lunch?” she asked, genuinely surprised.
“Yeah, he asked me to ask you if you wanted one,” Mikey explained, making Kasey frown.
“But, you didn’t ask me,” she pointed out, not that she wanted one, she did, but still…
“Jason, stop!” she said, trying not to smile and failing miserably as she allowed him to pull her into his arms so that he could wrap his arms around her and press a kiss against her neck.
“Never,” he promised against her neck with a smile as he laid his hand over her still flat stomach.
“You’re spoiling me,” she said with a groan as she looked down at the large spread that he’d put out for her and then at the clock above the stove and winced when she noted the time. “It’s after midnight.”
“So, it is,” he murmured thoughtfully as he pressed another kiss against her neck.
“You should be in bed,” she pointed out as she reached up and pushed her glasses back up her nose as she looked longingly at the stack of buttermilk pancakes that he’d made for her.
“What are you doing now?” Trevor asked on a tired sigh as he watched Jason pull out his phone.
“Checking to see if Haley’s okay,” Jason said as Trevor shared a look with his Uncle Jared and as one, they both pushed back in their chairs to look past Jason to find Haley, healthy and whole, lounging by the pool and smiling as she watched the kids swim.
That is until she looked down at her phone.
“Didn’t she ask you not to bug her?” Uncle Jared asked while they watched Haley mutter something as she responded to Jason’s text with a sad shake of her head.
“Oh, you guys are so sweet,” Haley said with a watery smile as she pushed her glasses back up her nose as more of her students handed her cards, boxes of chocolate, small giftwrapped boxes, and several bakery boxes while Jason stood there, glaring at his class who had the good sense to avert their gazes.
“You were the best teacher, Mrs. Bradford,” one of the little bastards said as he handed her a large bakery box that Jason decided was rightfully his, especially since the little bastard had been in his class last year and hadn’t given him anything but attitude.
“Aw, thank you, Eddie,” his wife said with a huge smile that had the little bastard blushing and mumbling, “You’re welcome,” before he returned to his seat.
“Oh, you guys are so sweet,” Haley said with a watery smile as she pushed her glasses back up her nose as more of her students handed her cards, boxes of chocolate, small giftwrapped boxes, and several bakery boxes while Jason stood there, glaring at his class who had the good sense to avert their gazes.
“You were the best teacher, Mrs. Bradford,” one of the little bastards said as he handed her a large bakery box that Jason decided was rightfully his, especially since the little bastard had been in his class last year and hadn’t given him anything but attitude.
“Aw, thank you, Eddie,” his wife said with a huge smile that had the little bastard blushing and mumbling, “You’re welcome,” before he returned to his seat.
“Crap,” Haley said on a defeated sigh as she closed her eyes and shook her head, not really sure that she was going to be able to resist the urge to break out her fists of fury on the large demanding bastard that was calling her name.
“Haley!”
Opening her eyes, she glanced down at the large breakfast that she’d got up at the crack of dawn to make and then to the front door that she was sorely tempted to use in order to get away from the crazed man that she was legally obligated to love. When he yelled her name again, she seriously considered saying the hell with it and making her escape and starting a new life somewhere else, but then she remembered the kids and that she actually loved the annoying bastard.
“Melanie,” he said tightly as he stood there, glaring at the apartment door that belonged to the woman that he’d prayed he would never see again.
“I’m not here right now, but if you would like to leave your name and number I’ll get back to you later,” the smart ass hiding behind the door managed to say before adding, “beep,” further convincing him that she was out of her fucking mind.
“Open. The. Door,” he bit out, enunciating every syllable as he struggled to remember that he was a doctor and that he’d taken an oath not to strangle the infuriating woman that was fucking with his life.
There was a slight pause before she said, “Yeah, I really don’t think that would be in my best interest at the moment. So, if you’d like to come back later after you’ve had some time to calm down then-oh, crap,” she finished with a groan when he decided to stop playing games and decided to press his luck and see if the door was unlocked.
Well…
Delectable, the next Neighbor from Hell novel is officially done.
Well, if you don’t count final edits that is, lol. The book is up at iBooks, Amazon.com, and I believe Kobo for pre-order. If you have links for any of the other ebook stores that are selling it and would like to share, send me an email and I’ll add them.
The release date for this book is: August 1, 2018.
Thank you so much for your patience and support,
R.L.
“What did you just say?” Trevor asked slowly as her grip tightened on the sides of the bath as she told herself that she could do this.
Licking her lips, she choked out, “Arrangement,” and was instantly slammed with an unholy need to jump his bones, but she fought it with everything that she had. He’d betrayed her and this time, he wasn’t going to get off easy.
“I see,” he said as his lips pulled up into one of those devastating smiles that always had her heart skipping a beat and made it hard for her to keep her hands off him.
“Arrangement,” she blurted out in defense, because she needed to keep the upper hand here.