“Mmm hmm.” He disconnected our call.
I aimed the hairdryer at my phone and blasted it on high with an evil glare.
CHAPTER TWO
UNFORGETTABLE
Apollo became my new obsession.I needed to get out, find a date, and make friends, but I couldn’t leave my apartment during peak watch-hours, which happened to be from seven to eleven at night. That’s when my neighbor was home with visitors coming and going.
The peephole wasn’t going to watch itself.
With stubborn reluctance, I met a guy on a dating site. Tucker Bailey was a twenty-eight-year-old chiropractor from St. Paul who enjoyed swimming, biking, and traveling.
Check.
Check.
Check.
We were a near-perfect match according to the dating website. However, it was his profile picture that sold me: lean, fit guy wearing a huge smile while crossing the finish line of a marathon… pushing a young man in a wheelchair.
A guy that wouldn’t act all weird about my superhero leg was hard to come by. Committing to my look for the evening was difficult too.
Ponytail.
No ponytail.
Bangs braided and pinned back.
Bangs tucked behind my ear.
I should have taken a night off ‘Apollo watch’ to get a haircut. The downside to my long, stick-straight, black hair, that rejected all efforts by a curling iron, was the split ends that stood out.
The strong magnetic force of the peephole sucked my eye right to it. “Whatcha doing, Apollo? Big party tonight?” I murmured to myself.
Mr. You’re Not My Type had an unusual amount of traffic around his place. Did he know I had a date and wouldn’t be able to spy… I mean, man my neighborhood-watch post?
All normal pre-date jitters, including a last-minute outfit change and a check of my teeth, were forgotten. Tucker would have to accept my first choice of black jeans and a white V-neck, button-down blouse with my favorite leather ankle boots. Thad’s robotic leg was benched for the night so I could feel more like a lady and less like a hybrid human.
Meow
“Trzy, I’ll feed you when I get home. We both know it will be before ten.”
She purred, slamming her body against my leg and prancing around it like a seductive pole dancer. I had to give her credit, for the world’s ugliest cat, she dripped with confidence.
“Be good.” I blew her a kiss, grabbed my phone, and opened the door. “Purse… might need my purse.” I rolled my eyes at my forgetfulness as I stepped back inside to grab it.
“AHH!”
“EEK!”
“OH MY GOD!”
I whipped around as the shrill cries from across the hall were heard by half the city.
“WHAT IS THAT?”
“SHIT!”
