Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Oh, hi, Dash!” I called nervously. “You scared me.”
Dash waved me off.
Dash was my creepy neighbor. The son to my parents’ creepy neighbors.
He was the one thing I didn’t like when it came to my neighborhood, and if I could pick one thing to change, it would be to have him find another place to live that wasn’t within a fifty-mile radius of me.
“You’re really in the zone,” he grinned, sounding disturbing, as per his usual.
He probably wouldn’t be that bad if I never saw him…or talked to him.
But every time I seemed to be out of my house, he was out of his, too.
He lived across the street from me.
Without fail, whenever I walked out of my house, he walked out of his.
I put my trash out, he put out his.
I washed my car, he washed his car.
It was like he was some horror show copy-cat that watched my every move.
I kept walking, then circled around the cul-de-sac, and came back up.
This time I was on the opposite side of the street from Dash, but it didn’t stop me from clutching my taser even tighter. He was creepy.
My finger itched to press the button…I guess just to show him that I had something to protect myself since it would make that scary snapping sound when I pressed the button.
However, I managed not to, and made it all the way back home in less time than it’d taken me to run half way down the street.
Once back inside, I hung the taser back up at the back door and locked it, peeking out of the window coverings to make sure he hadn’t followed me into the backyard as he’d done once in the past.
He didn’t, thank God, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
My phone rang, and I ran to answer it.
Then became disappointed when it was only my mom.
“You forgot the lasagna yesterday; when you come get your mail, will you pick it up out of the fridge? I even made more fresh baked bread for him, too,” my mother told me excitedly.
I rolled my eyes.
She’d always loved Booth.
And he could get her to make things only by batting those eyes at her.
“Alright,” I agreed. “But I won’t get over there until after my shift tonight,” I informed her.
“That’s okay, honey. Your dad and I are going to Shreveport for a little gambling. We’ll most likely stay overnight,” she enlightened me.
I grimaced, not wanting to think about her going to Shreveport.
When there was free booze involved, like there was at the casinos in Shreveport, Louisiana, she tended to be kind of free with her words. And I would rather not have to hear about her doing anything that remotely rhymed with hex if I could help it.
“Alright,” I said. “Be safe.”
“Will do, honey. I love you,” she responded.
I smiled as I replied with, “I love you, too.”
After hanging up, I got into the shower, purposefully leaving the phone in the kitchen just in case Booth called.
Which he didn’t.
I washed my body quickly, but slowed down some when I got to the apex of my thighs.
The soreness there surprised me.
I wasn’t a virgin.
Booth had made sure of that before he’d left.
So why was I so sore?
Then I snorted and let the water fall directly over my face.
Booth was big. That was why I was sore.
There was no other reason for it. It was just the plain, hard fact.
And I was not all hot and bothered.
Just perfect.
Shutting off the faucet, I stepped out of the steamed up shower stall and walked into the bedroom without a towel.
I’d folded them all, but they were all sitting on the side of the bed.
“Fuck!” I cried, seeing Mia sitting on the side of my bed.
Her eyes looked me up and down.
Mine, however, veered away.
“You’ve been laid!” She cried, pointing at me accusingly.
I ignored her.
“What are you doing here so early?” I asked, crossing my arms across my chest and staring at her with annoyance.
When she didn’t immediately answer, I decided to get into some clothes since it seemed to be freezing in here for some reason.
She didn’t say a word, and I was too pissed at Booth to care at this point.
“Your socks don’t match,” Mia said when she saw me grab two out of the pile.
“I know,” I countered, slipping them on. “I don’t like to sort them, so I just grab two that look kind of the same in the morning.”
Mia snorted.
“You grabbed an ankle sock and a long sock. Two different colors,” she observed.
I shrugged. “I know. I’ll just fold the long sock over so it’s the same size as the ankle sock,” I showed her.
She giggled.
“What’s wrong with you?” She asked, laying back on the bed.
I sighed.
“Booth and I got together yesterday,” I said. “And I think it was a mistake.”