“Yeah.” Bishop has got to be terrified. That’s a call no father ever wants to get.
“Come have that beer, anyway.” I open the fence door farther and wait for him to walk inside.
His face is enough to reinforce just why Creed isn’t going to be going undercover anytime soon. When he’s eighteen, we’ll talk about things that might kill him. But until then, it’s my job and all of my brothers’ to protect the children in our care.
***
“Dad,” Creed shoves six slices of bacon onto his plate.
“Yeah?” I drop a handful of cheese onto his six-egg omelet. The boy has a hollow leg to fill every morning.
“Can I take my bike today?”
We just finished building his new bike together, and every chance he gets, Creed likes to show the thing off. “It’s going to be cold today.”
“I’ve got time to throw my leathers on.”
His teachers would just love him wearing them to class. “Did you check the weather?”
“There’s only a small chance of rain this afternoon.”
“Which could do what?”
“Turn into black ice. But it’s like less than a ten percent chance of it even raining. If it rains, I could call you for a pickup.” And he doesn’t have enough experience riding to attempt riding in those conditions, even with it at minimal levels, as it's predicted to be.
Creed’s thought about this, which I appreciate. “Today is going to be pretty busy at the club.”
“What about one of the prospects?”
“They’re busy moving into their new apartments.” We were supposed to wait until Rogue got back from his elopement, but there were too many dead bodies to wait.
“Fine. I’ll take the truck then.” He chomps down on a piece of bacon.
Like taking a tricked-out truck is such a punishment. Teenagers, even my level-headed son, are so dramatic.
I slide his omelet onto his plate and take a sip of coffee.
Creed lets out a wolf whistle. “She’s fine. If she’s the neighbor, I’m all in.”
Huh? I turn towards the window that looks out over the new neighbor’s house. Standing next to an expensive but elegant foreign car is a stunning woman. Her dark, silky hair falls down around her shoulders in soft waves that probably took hours to attain. It’s the tilt of her nose that makes her even less appealing. Definitely snooty. “That woman would be a terrible neighbor.”
“But pretty to look at.” Creed has a lot to learn before a woman tears his heart out.
“Never trust a pretty woman.”
“Who wants to trust them? Seriously, Dad, look at her.”
I’m looking and not liking what I see at all.
Hot Neighbor
Greer
Is this really the house my son is going to grow up in?
It fits every parameter I gave the family lawyer, and then some. Cute house in a quiet neighborhood with good schools.
And the house is so cute with its white picket fence and the flower baskets on every windowsill. Even with the dead grass from the recent snow that has sadly already melted away, I can picture what it will look like in the spring.
