Chapter 1
“I love my wife.”
“Yes, but-” Jodi started to say, only to get cut off once again before she could explain why she desperately needed to be released from her lease.
“I love my wife,” Trevor Bradford, her landlord and a man that she suspected was as close to committing murder as she was, stressed for what had to be the hundredth time since he’d arrived at her apartment five minutes ago.
Jodi released a frustrated sigh as she shifted in her seat and tried to think of another way to explain to the large and basically decent man that if he didn’t let her out of her lease ten months early that she was afraid that she would end up killing his cousin with her bare hands. Since she was pretty sure that a full confession would only come back and bite her in the ass later, Jodi decided to go with a more subtle route to get out of her lease.
“I need to be released from my lease because your cousin is an asshole and he’s making my life a living hell,” Jodi explained in a calm and efficient manner, neglecting to mention that she’d already thought of twenty-nine different ways to kill the large and extremely annoying bastard that was going out of his way to piss her off.
For a moment, Trevor didn’t say anything as he studied her from across the small eighteenth-century kitchen table that she’d inherited from her Great-Grandmother, Rose. His eyes narrowed on her in an assessing manner as she did the same to him, refusing to be intimidated. When it became obvious that intimidation wasn’t going to work, he tried another tactic.
“Which cousin?” Trevor asked, feigning ignorance as he leaned back in his chair. Jodi just barely bit back a wince when the chair groaned in protest at having to support his weight. If she had to guess, she’d have to say that Trevor weighed well over two hundred pounds and every last ounce of him was pure muscle. She really wasn’t sure how much more abuse her poor chair could take before it finally cracked under pressure.
It would probably depress her for a few days, especially since she couldn’t afford to replace it with a cheap knockoff from Wal-Mart on her new salary. Then again, if it meant getting out of the lease and away from the annoying bastard, then she would just have to suck it up and deal with the loss, Jodi decided.
“You know which one,” she bit out, knowing that he knew damn well which one of his cousins was driving her to the point of no return.
“There are five of them renting apartments here,” Trevor pointed out. “I’m afraid that you’ll have to be a little more specific.”
Granted, all of his cousins that rented here seemed to be arrogant bastards, but only one of them was a complete asshole. The rest of his cousins amused her and yes, they could annoy the hell out of her, but not to the point where she was contemplating murder. That reaction was reserved solely for one man and one man alone.
Danny Bradford.
It was actually kind of funny because before she’d moved here, she’d thought of herself as a pacifist. Just the thought of a puppy whimpering or accidentally hurting anyone’s feelings would have had her hitting a pint of ice cream and sobbing hysterically over a Lifetime movie. Before Danny Bradford, she’d never got this pissed before. She’d never even held a grudge before she’d met him. She usually let things go pretty quickly and didn’t waste her time on things that were out of her control, but that all changed the day that she moved in and met the bastard living across from her.
Then again, a lot of things changed in her life over the last few months, and she’d admit that some of those things might be influencing her reaction to Danny Bradford. But she was pretty sure that even if she hadn’t been dumped the night before her wedding, lost her job at the museum, been forced to take a job as the town librarian, and had been humiliated in every way imaginable by her ex, that she would still be developing an all-consuming hatred for the man living across from her.
He was arrogant, cocky, a jerk, too good looking for his own good, a jerk, an asshole, really annoying and did she mention that he was a jerk? It seemed as though he lived to screw with her. It was bad enough that she had to deal with all the crap that he put her through, but that damn cocky smile of his that he wore while he did it just pissed her off in too many ways to count. She hated that smile, probably not as much as she hated the man, but it was a close second.
“Danny,” Jodi bit out, glaring at Trevor as she silently dared him to continue sitting there pretending that he didn’t know that his cousin had been taking immense pleasure in making her life a living hell. He knew, oh, he knew. A week didn’t go by that she wasn’t forced to call him and explain as calmly as humanly possible that if his cousin kept up his bullshit that she would be forced to kick him in the balls to wipe that arrogant smile off his face.
Normally when she was forced to make those calls, Trevor would listen for all of ten seconds, sigh heavily, and then hand the phone over to Zoe, his wife, and the unofficial manager of all the rental properties that they owned. Trevor only got involved as a last resort. Jodi actually preferred dealing with Zoe since she would listen, murmur sympathetically, give her a hug as she told her to hang in there, and then walk across the hallway and slap Danny upside his head.
Then with a satisfied sigh, Zoe would smile as she turned and left, leaving her to deal with Danny, that damn cocky grin of his, and the knowledge that she’d somehow just set down a challenge for him. Every time Zoe paid him a visit, he always upped his game to drive her insane.
Like last week, when she’d been forced to complain about Danny getting her placed on another restaurant’s delivery banned list, Zoe came right over. This time, she didn’t bother to talk to her before she knocked on Danny’s door. When Danny opened the door while eating her hot wings, Jodi would like to point out, Zoe sighed, reached up and slapped Danny upside his head.
Instead of getting pissed like she would probably be if someone kept slapping her upside the head, Danny simply shrugged it off and picked up another hot wing. Just as he was about to take a bite, Zoe snatched the wing and the takeout box out of his hands, glared up at him for all of ten seconds, turned around, and stormed off, taking his food with her.
That’s when Danny finally reacted.
It was also the moment that Jodi really wished that she hadn’t chosen that moment to check the mail. Before she could make her escape, Danny glared accusingly at her as though she’d been the one who’d stolen his, well, technically, they were hers since she’d ordered them, hot wings.
He hadn’t said a word as he closed his door. He didn’t need to say anything because that glare had said it all. She’d spent that night tossing and turning in bed, torn between apologizing to save herself from more of his bullshit, shrugging it off while trying to tell herself that there was nothing to worry about, and getting mad at herself for obsessing over something so stupid. When the alarm clock went off the next morning, it had taken every last ounce of her willpower to drag herself out of bed.
Thirty minutes, a lukewarm shower, and three cups of burnt coffee later, she’d still been kicking herself for her own stupidity as she’d left her apartment and mentally prepared herself for the next ten hours of dealing with meetings, committees, storytime with the kids, craft hour, and a book vendor event. All thoughts of the hectic day that awaited her slowly evaporated from her thoughts when she caught sight of the five-foot-high cinderblock wall that surrounded her parking space where her car had been parked the night before.
It was at that point that she realized that she needed to either move out or find a good defense attorney. Sadly, with the current state of her finances, a good defense attorney was out of the question, and so was moving. She couldn’t afford to break her lease early and she didn’t have enough money to cover the first and last month’s rent for a new apartment.
Since she didn’t have many options available to her at the moment, she decided to try and talk her way out of her lease. Actually, she’d been hoping to have this conversation with Zoe since she would probably let her out of her lease without a fight. If Trevor hadn’t overheard their phone conversation an hour ago, she was pretty sure that she’d already be looking for a new apartment.
Trevor rubbed his hands roughly down his face as he muttered, “I’m going to kill that fucking bastard.”
“If you did that, I’d be willing to stay,” Jodi pointed out helpfully.
He chuckled as he leaned back in his chair and she did her best not to cringe when the chair groaned in protest again. “I like you, Jodi. You’re never late with the rent. You keep your apartment clean and you don’t cause trouble, but I can’t let you out of your lease.”
