As he magically produced some kind of beans and rice meal from the soup he’d started with, Gary shrugged. “I’d start with figuring out who knew you’d be home to accept a delivery.”
Huh?
Fuck.
Chapter 2
Teddy
Oops.
When Olivia finally got off the floor where she was laughing hysterically, I was going to panic. “He’s. He finally. That’s.”
She was a bigger dick than I was, but I was more focused on the angry, albeit sexy man who was now standing on his porch as he glared at the neighborhood.
Yeah, he’d finally realized his souper bomber was a neighbor.
In my defense, I’d thought he’d figure it out the first couple of times, and when he hadn’t, I’d kept going. It was really Olivia’s fault for pushing me. Peer pressure took lots of terrible forms and I was just a sweet, innocent sub who couldn’t help himself.
Yep, it was her fault and I was going to keep repeating that as often as necessary.
“How angry do you think he looks?” His default expression for the past six months was angry old man, so it was hard to tell. “Stop laughing. You sound like a donkey. He’s going to hear you.”
This was her fault, so I didn’t have to be polite and her continued laughter said she knew it too.
“He’s sexy even when he looks like he’s growling and threatening to kill me.” I’d heard him talk to himself a lot over the years, so I knew how creative he was when he was pissed. “What do you think my chances of him calling me a naughty boy are?”
If she didn’t stop laughing at me, it was going to hurt my self-esteem.
“He charged back in.” He really was sexy even if he was a grumpy asshole. “He left the door open, though.”
Was he careless?
No, he was supposedly a good Dom and Daddy when he wasn’t in hisangry against the worldphase.
“What do you think he’s doing?” We had the best neighbors as far as being nosy went, but normally Levi and his roommates were the least weird people on the block. “The door is still open.”
Did someone need to go over and close it?
He was going to get bugs…or those sorority girls.
They were more dangerous than bugs but really entertaining to watch.
“Oh. He’s back.” And with a bowl? “I think he’s eating the soup.”
Angrily.
“Where did we put those binoculars?” Olivia was barely helpful and pointed to the shelf by the front door as she sat up and tried to catch her breath. “Thanks.”
Just because she was a pain in the butt didn’t mean I wouldn’t use my manners.
I was a good boy even if the Daddy across the street would question that.
“He’s…it’s…” Wait. “He changed it somehow. I think he put rice in it?”
We needed better binoculars.
That was definitely going on my Christmas list.
