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My eyes narrowed and my lip curled in disdain as I took in my ex-boyfriend, the bane of my existence, on the other side of the door.
“What do you want?” I asked him, looking back over my shoulder at the clock above my fire place.
Three in the morning. Awesome.
“My sister’s making me bring the TV back. If you want it inside, I suggest you open the door or I’ll leave it on the front porch. And we both know you won’t be able to move it,” Danny said nastily.
“Just leave it,” I ordered. “I’ll get Jonah or Downy to move it tomorrow.”
Danny had the nerve to laugh.
“Go away,” I growled through the door.
He did, making sure to take the TV to the very border of my yard first.
Danny left, but not before he accidentally knocked the TV over, leaving it sprawling in the wet grass just outside of my ankle bracelet’s range.
“Son of a bitch,” I growled, yanking open the door in time to see Danny speed off in that stupid – but nice – pickup truck of his that we’d picked out together. Although I did manage a small smile when I noticed it still looked a bit worse for the wear.
I walked down the sidewalk, stopping just at the edge of my yard.
I stared down at the ankle bracelet, lifting my robe out of the way, and tested it.
The instant my foot went out of range, it started blinking red.
Then Mrs. Fairchild’s words drifted through my brain.
“You’ll have ten seconds to get back in the safe zone, or a police cruiser will be sent to your house to see why you’ve stepped out of your yard.”
Grimacing, I moved back inside my yard and stared at the TV.
It was definitely deliberate.
“Damn him!” I growled in pure frustration.
The sound of a door opening from across the street had me looking up in time to see my new neighbor come out with a pretty lady latched onto him.
He gave her one hell of a hot, wet kiss and then lifted his head from the woman’s mouth.
“’G’night,” the man muttered, setting the woman away from him. “Thanks for helping.”
My brows rose.
Was that code for ‘thanks for sucking my cock?’
The man’s eyes came to me when the woman went to her car, giggling and waving over her shoulder the entire way.
He watched me, but I turned my eyes down to the TV once again.
The car finally left, and I sighed, turning around and heading back to my front door.
“You getting rid of that?” I heard, the man’s voice a lot closer to me than he’d been when I started heading back to my door.
I turned to find him standing in the middle of the street.
“No, I just got it back. Last time I checked, it worked fine,” I replied. “But I can’t get it back in my house.”
“Why’s it outside in the first place?” He wanted to know.
