Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
She looked at me.
“How’d you figure that out?” She tilted her head.
I shrugged.
“I got bored this afternoon, and my uncle left that roll thing that measures out distance,” I pointed to the measuring tape that was on the table next to the door.
She snorted.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll bring you some food back tomorrow. And if my brother doesn’t drop the TV off, I’ll make sure to bring you one.”
I threw my hands around my best friend.
“You know I don’t blame you, right?” I confirmed.
She sighed.
“Yes,” she nodded. “But I’m the one who set you up with him in the first place. I thought he’d changed his ways. Had I known he was just going to go back to his cheating and whoring around, I would’ve never given him the permission to date you.”
I gave her a look.
“Since when has my boyfr—err…your brother done anything that he was supposed to do?” I raised a brow. “You could’ve told him all day long to stay away from me, but he would’ve inevitably done exactly what he wanted to do in the end.”
“Well,” she headed to the door. “It doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it.”
I stared at the back of her head. “Naomi,” I muttered. “Don’t do anything stupid.”
“Stupid?” She said sweetly. “Never.”
***
A banging at my door woke me up.
I startled, sitting up and dislodging the cat from my feet, effectively pissing him off and justifying the attack he launched on my feet not two seconds later.
“Motherfucking cock-sucker!” I growled, yanking my feet away.
The cat looked up at me with his adorable, mutinous eyes.
“Go fuck yourself, Urchin,” I growled.
Urchin didn’t bother to look innocent anymore, instead he hissed at me.
“Fucker,” I muttered as I hauled my annoyed and sleepy butt out of bed.
Grabbing a robe, which just so happened to belong to Danny, and wrapping it around my shoulders, I walked to the front door and peeked through the peephole.
My eyes narrowed and my lip curled in disdain as I took in my ex-boyfriend, the bane of my existence, on the other side of the door.
“What do you want?” I asked him, looking back over my shoulder at the clock above my fire place.
Three in the morning. Awesome.
“My sister’s making me bring the TV back. If you want it inside, I suggest you open the door or I’ll leave it on the front porch. And we both know you won’t be able to move it,” Danny said nastily.
“Just leave it,” I ordered. “I’ll get Jonah or Downy to move it tomorrow.”
Danny had the nerve to laugh.
“Go away,” I growled through the door.
He did, making sure to take the TV to the very border of my yard first.
Danny left, but not before he accidentally knocked the TV over, leaving it sprawling in the wet grass just outside of my ankle bracelet’s range.
“Son of a bitch,” I growled, yanking open the door in time to see Danny speed off in that stupid – but nice – pickup truck of his that we’d picked out together. Although I did manage a small smile when I noticed it still looked a bit worse for the wear.
I walked down the sidewalk, stopping just at the edge of my yard.
I stared down at the ankle bracelet, lifting my robe out of the way, and tested it.
The instant my foot went out of range, it started blinking red.
Then Mrs. Fairchild’s words drifted through my brain.
“You’ll have ten seconds to get back in the safe zone, or a police cruiser will be sent to your house to see why you’ve stepped out of your yard.”
Grimacing, I moved back inside my yard and stared at the TV.
It was definitely deliberate.
“Damn him!” I growled in pure frustration.
The sound of a door opening from across the street had me looking up in time to see my new neighbor come out with a pretty lady latched onto him.
He gave her one hell of a hot, wet kiss and then lifted his head from the woman’s mouth.
“’G’night,” the man muttered, setting the woman away from him. “Thanks for helping.”
My brows rose.
Was that code for ‘thanks for sucking my cock?’
The man’s eyes came to me when the woman went to her car, giggling and waving over her shoulder the entire way.
He watched me, but I turned my eyes down to the TV once again.
The car finally left, and I sighed, turning around and heading back to my front door.
“You getting rid of that?” I heard, the man’s voice a lot closer to me than he’d been when I started heading back to my door.
I turned to find him standing in the middle of the street.
“No, I just got it back. Last time I checked, it worked fine,” I replied. “But I can’t get it back in my house.”
“Why’s it outside in the first place?” He wanted to know.