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Meredith slinks away, probably to meet with her lover Jon. I don’t get why the cat likes him so much. It’s annoying. Sure, he’s hot in that geeky way, all long limbs and muscles, and he always smells great. Okay, maybe I do get it.
“Good afternoon, Meredith. Where’s your mother?”
I ignore him talking to my cat—although it’s cute—I keep my eye on the creeper. He doesn’t seem to be looking at my house, but I still think he is.
“What are you doing?”
“Watching.”
I can almost hear his eyes roll. He comes up behind me. “What are you watching?”
I glance back at him and realize he’s closer than I thought. “Don’t you have an app to invent?”
He says nothing, just stares at me. God, those eyes. This close, I can see the little gold flecks in them.
“I’m keeping an eye on the creeper.”
He frowns, and, God, he’s even hot when he frowns. If I’m telling the truth, he’s hotter when he frowns. What is wrong with me?
“What creeper?”
I motion my head toward the window. He steps so close that I can feel the heat of him. I want to lean back and feel him wrap his arms around me. Because I know that is a big mistake, I force myself to move a few inches closer to the door.
“Why do you call him the creeper?”
I look outside and watch Creeper Neighbor Dude walk through the garden. A chain link fence separates us, so we can see into each other’s yards. The man looks like he’s just walking through the yard, but something is off. He’s odd. I mean, who rents a vacation house in a small touristy town and then doesn’t go anywhere? Also, he spends a lot of time walking through the yard.
“He’s weird.”
“I bet people call you weird.”
I glance back over at him. “Rude, but fair. I am weird. But in a cool way.”
His lips quirk, and suddenly I get a need. A big fat need. I want to make him laugh. He seems like he could use one, and there is nothing in this world I want more than to give him this.
“If you say so.”
I turn back around and watch the guy. “Meredith hates him.”
“She hates all men.”
“Except you and Houdini.”
“I keep good company.”
We stand there watching the creeper for a long moment.
“You don’t know his name?”
Jon has stepped closer. I can feel his heat on my back. “No. But I’m sure we can ask the LOLs. You know they’ll know or be able to find out.”
When he doesn’t respond, I glance back at him. His gaze is narrowed in a laser focus on Creeper Dude. “What?”
“I might be wrong, but he looks like he’s surveilling the house.”
“Yes! Finally. I told Liv that he was a creeper and seemed to be watching the house.” Excitement and vindication hit me hard. I turn around so I’m facing Jon. “She says it’s just my imagination. I mean, yes, I have a history of outlandish accusations but nothing since I was fifteen.”
He looks down at me, and suddenly, I remember how close we are. I inch backward as he places a hand on the door. “What happened when you were fifteen?”
