I stared for a long, tense moment, my eyes drinking in his drool-worthy body without my permission. His chest was broad and furred with dark brown curls. They thinned into a mouth-watering trail that led directly to the treasure behind his waistband. His shoulders and arms were bulked up from all the construction work and decorated with tats I’d love to trace with my tongue…
Then he opened his mouth and reminded me why I wanted to strangle him instead.
“What’s your problem now?” he asked.
I huffed. As if I was just making up problems when he kept creating them!
“You hogged the driveway again.”
He craned his head to look past me. “Just park on the right. Your car is tiny. It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine! I can’t fit on the driveway. I’d have to park on the edge of my grass.”
“So park on your grass then. Who cares?”
“Why don’t you park onyourgrass? You’re the one with the behemoth gas-guzzling macho truck.”
“Stop drooling over my truck,” he drawled. “You can’t have it.”
“What? I’m not?—”
“I’m in for the night,” Damon interrupted. “Just deal with it, all right? You’ve already parked on the street and it didn’t kill you.”
“My car is too nice?—”
He started to shut the door in my face. I shoved my foot into the gap, and the edge of the door slammed into it.
“Ow! That hurt!”
“Well, you didn’t need to stick your foot in there!”
“You’re such a jerk!” I shoved the empty beer bottle against his chest. And no, I didnotnotice the hardness of his pecs at all. “And take out your trash!”
His voice followed me as I stormed back to my door.
“I keep tryin’, but you just keep coming back!”
His deep drawl made even his insults sound charming, which was just so infuriating.
“You’re such a snake!”
“Oh, should I leave another one in the garden for you? I know how you like them.”
I turned in my doorway, glaring back at his shit-eating grin. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.”
Admittedly, it wasn’t much of a comeback. And as usual, Damon had the last laugh.
I slammed the door on his annoyingly hot face with its too-thick stubble that made me weak in the knee?—
Nope. No.Hellno. Damon was not my type. Not groomed or cultured at all.
He was a nuisance. A scourge on my perfectly nice neighborhood.
But he sure knew how to wear a pair of gray sweatpants.
Ugh. Straight guys were theworst!
CHAPTER 2
