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  “Aaagghh!” He covered his eyes. “What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy?”

  “You’re the crazy, deranged, stalking rapist.” She reached back into the car for whatever other weapon she could find. The first bag of groceries lay spilled in the seat, and she came up with the other package of orange chicken and heaved it at the stalker.

  “Ouch! Holy shit, that burns! Cut it out!” Rubbing his eyes, he failed to deflect the flying bag of chicken, which hit him in the chest and split open. Tempura-battered chunks scattered onto the front lawn. “Stop! I’m not a stalker. I live here.”

  “You do not. I live here,” she yelled back and grabbed for more groceries.

  “Not here. There.” He pointed to the yellow house next door to hers. “Walter’s house.”

  Sunny stopped, her hand mid-throw, ready to launch a bag of egg noodles in his direction. “Walter’s house?”

  “Yes,” he said. “I got in last night and just went to the store to get some food.” His eyes were red and tearing from the breath spray. He rubbed his chest where she’d beaned him with the bag of chicken.

  “Geez. I just came over to see if you needed help carrying in your groceries.” He headed across the lawn toward Walter’s front door. “What is it with you and frozen meat nuggets?” he muttered.

  “Sorry,” Sunny lamely called out to his retreating back. “I thought you were following me.” She tried to explain, but he had already gone in and closed the door behind him.

  Feeling like an idiot, Sunny rummaged around the floor of her car and collected the assorted debris that had spilled from her purse. She threaded her four bags of groceries onto her wrist and weaved her way through her grocery dotted front yard. Why had she let Edna’s crazy talk of mysterious men cloud her judgment?

  She pushed open the front door, only to be knocked aside as Beau ran out into the front yard to see what excitement he had missed. The poor dog was in a frenzy as he raced around, frantically gulping down the scattered frozen chicken chunks. Leaning against the doorjam, Sunny realized that instead of throwing tampons at him, she should have been asking her new neighbor where her old neighbor was hiding and just what was he doing with a gun?

  ***

  The next morning, Sunny rang the doorbell of Walter’s house, and chewed on her lower lip as she rehearsed her apology. The nugget guy was obviously Edna’s mystery midnight man. Sunny figured she could ply her way into the house with a plate of warm brownies, then snoop around for clues to Walter’s whereabouts. If for no other reason than to prove to Edna that her suspicions were unfounded and life was not as thrilling as the weekly crime shows she watched on television.

  The front door opened, and all thoughts seeped from Sunny’s head as her would-be stalker stood before her in nothing but a pair of jeans, rubbing his wet hair with a towel.

  “Hi.” He looked at her warily. “Sorry, you caught me getting out of the shower.”

  “Um…uh…hi,” she stammered. She tried not to let her mind wander to him in a shower, soaping up those abs and that chest. Even though it was still early in the summer, his chest was already tanned. The smooth skin of his shoulder was marred with a quarter-sized scar that looked suspiciously like a bullet wound.

  “Can I help you with something or did you stop by to torture me again?” he asked.

  “Oh, gosh, no.” The shower scene had her flustered, and Sunny thrust forth the plate of brownies. “I really wanted to say how sorry I am about that. It was just a misunderstanding. I saw your car behind me and I thought you were following me. And I let my imagination get away from me and I thought you were going to attack me. A single girl can’t be too careful, you know.” Did she really just tell him she was single? Her mouth was dry, she was talking too fast, and she couldn’t stop staring at his chest. An inch long line of scar tissue ran diagonally across his left pec, and Sunny had an insane urge to reach up and run her finger along the pale white line.

  She took a deep breath and tried to slow her words. “My name is Sunny, and I live next door. I made you some brownies and was hoping we could just put this whole crazy-rapist thing behind us and start over. I really am sorry.”

  “Warm brownies are a good start,” he said, drawing her attention back to his face. He smiled mischievously. “In retrospect, I can see how you may have been scared when you thought I had followed you home.” He stepped back from the door, with almost a look of ‘I dare you’ in his blue eyes. “Want to come in and join me for one? I’ve got milk.”

  “Okay, I guess, maybe just one.” Sunny moved past him into the cool front room of the house and caught her breath as he reached behind her to shut the door. His arm barely brushed hers, and she could make out the tattooed shape of a shield across his forearm, the lettering too small to read. She hoped he couldn’t hear the thump of her heart. She was both thrilled and a little scared to be in the house alone with him as she followed his faded jean-clad behind into the kitchen.

  He set the brownies on the counter. As he reached into the cabinet for glasses, she couldn’t help but admire his muscled forearms as she watched him flex. He turned and gave her a slightly cocky smile that told her she had been caught checking him out, and that possibly he had flexed on purpose. Sunny looked out the kitchen window, grateful that at least she hadn’t actually begun to drool.

  “The milk's in the fridge. Why don’t you pour while I find a shirt?” He headed down the hall away from the kitchen.

  Figuring it would take a few minutes to pull a shirt on over those amazing pecs, Sunny decided to look around and see if she could figure out where Walter was or what this guy was doing here. She quickly rifled through the mail sitting haphazardly on the counter. Nothing there but some junk mail and a notification that Walter may have already won two million dollars from Publishers Clearing House. Wouldn’t Ed McMahon be surprised if this shirtless guy opened the door? I’m not sure which would hit the ground first, the giant check or Ed’s jaw.

  Sunny opened the fridge to a scant offering of milk, eggs, cheese, lunchmeat, and an assortment of condiments in the door. No clues there. She could live for a week on scrambled eggs and bologna sandwiches.

  Why am I letting Edna’s paranoia get to me? Could I be this desperate for excitement that I’m looking for clues between the mayonnaise and a bottle of ketchup?

  She finished pouring the second glass of milk when her mystery man ambled back into the kitchen. He was still barefoot but now wore a washed-out blue t-shirt depicting a group of stick figures roasting hot dogs around a campfire and the caption, It’s all fun and games ‘til somebody loses a wiener.

  “Nice shirt,” she said and tried not to laugh at the juvenile humor.

  “Thanks.” He picked up a brownie and took a bite. “Nice brownies.” His tone held an undercurrent of innuendo but she couldn’t tell if he was flirting with her or not. He finished his first brownie, took a swig of milk, picked up a second one, and sat down at the round kitchen table.

  “I’m Jake Landon, by the way,” he said, before sinking his teeth into the brownie.

  “It’s nice to meet you,” she said, meaning it. “So how do you know Walter?”

  The smile fell from his face, and Jake’s eyes suddenly couldn’t meet hers. He stared out the window into the yard. “We’re related.”

  “Related how?”

  “Related, as in family. What, are you writing a book?”

  Sunny leaned back, surprised at his snappish remark. “No, sorry.”

  “No. I’m sorry.” Jake sighed. He returned his gaze to hers. “Look, it’s a long, boring story. Let’s talk about you, huh?” His smile was back, and he asked, “What do you do?”

  She spent the next fifteen minutes regaling him with stories of second-grader high-jinx and the office gossip of fellow teachers.

  “You must really love your job,” he said. “Your face lights up whenever you mention the kids. It’s kinda cute.”

  Sunny blushed to her toes. I must have skipped the chapter in
the Man-Manual on conversation because nothing could be less exciting than some semi-adorable stories about kids to reel in the men.

  “What do you do?” she asked, hoping to divert the attention from herself and her obvious lack of clever conversational skills.

  “Oh, a little of this and a little of that. Did I see you have a dog?”

  “Yeah, that’s Beau. He’s my room-mate, cat-chaser, and garbage disposal all rolled into one. Do you have any pets?” She mentally kicked herself for starting another titillating train of conversation.

  “Nope. Just me. I’m not home a lot, so it’s hard to keep a pet.”

  “A little this-and-that requires long hours, huh?” Okay, I can still be a little witty.

  “Exactly.” He got up and put his empty glass in the sink.

  “So, where is Walter?” she asked, trying for innocent nonchalance. “I haven’t seen him around in awhile.”

  “I don’t really know. I got in late last night, and I thought he would be here when I arrived.” His face held a mixture of anger and barely disguised hurt. “He told me where to find the hide-a-key, so I let myself in. I’ve been waiting for him to show up.”

  “That’s weird. Walter is always around. I can’t even remember the last time I saw him.”

  “That is weird,” Jake agreed. Then he deftly changed the subject and asked her to tell him about the neighborhood.

  Sunny filled him in on who lived where and the inner-workings of the small cul-de-sac. He laughed at her description of Edna, whose house flanked his other side. Sunny didn’t share Edna’s late night observation of his arrival or her suspicions that he had a gun tucked into his well-fitting Levi’s.

  He chuckled. “I can’t wait to meet her.”

  “She’s a hoot. You’ll love her.”

  Sunny relaxed into the conversation as they chatted like old friends. She liked the sound of his laugh, but still noticed how adept he was at changing the subject at any mention of his suspicious family relationship to Walter.

  Glancing at the clock above the stove, Sunny realized over an hour had flown by. “I’d better get going. I didn’t mean to take up your whole morning.”

  “I liked talking to you. It’s nice to know someone in the neighborhood.”

  “If you need someone to throw frozen meat nuggets at you, I’m your gal.”

  He laughed as he walked her to the door. “Seriously, Sunny, I’m glad you came by this morning. Thanks for the brownies.” There it was again. Either he was flirting with me or he had a seriously sexy way of saying ‘brownies’.

  “You’re very welcome.” Sunny headed across the lawn. Beau scratched and whined at the kitchen door. “See ya around,” she called, as Jake waved and closed the front door.

  She found herself grinning as she remembered how he caught her checking him out. Edna had to be mistaken. He obviously knew Walter somehow, and she never saw evidence of a gun or anything suspicious in the house. Although, she had only been in the kitchen and living room. Maybe if I had asked to use the bathroom, I would have found his Hit-Man Aftershave in the medicine cabinet. And he did have that scar which made her heart race a little, both out of fear and excitement.

  Sunny let herself in and knelt on the floor to pet Beau. He was licking her face hello when suddenly the house was rocked with a violent explosion!

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