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you're not gonna get mad at me for looking through there, because I pretty much want to do it again, like immediately."
    He rolled his eyes at me and sighed dramatically. "I don't care what you do, but don't come crying to me when they tie you up and throw you to the bottom of the motherfuckin' ocean."
    I giggled. "Oh that's a nice thought Steven. Thank you for that."
    He shrugged and smiled. "I'm just sayin'."
    We sat there for a few seconds. I was waiting for him to leave so I could peek through the hole again but he didn't make any moves.
    "You're in luck if it's Drake you like. I think that's the one my sister likes too."
    I felt an unexplainable stab of jealousy, but I ignored it. "Why's that lucky?" I asked, not mentioning the part about Megan and her apparent crush on the beautiful surfer.
    "Because he's the one who builds furniture. Alex's friend was telling him about how he's really talented and makes this custom wood furniture—tables and chairs and shit. Anyway, he must work at the house because he goes outside at different, regular times of the day like clockwork. He must be taking breaks."
    My head popped up. "You know what times he comes outside?"
    Steven smiled at my eagerness. "Just on weekdays. Weekends are always different and all sorts of crazy characters come and go back there."
    "It's Friday," I said.
    "Yeah, so?"
    "So what time's he coming out?"
    "What time is it?" he asked.
    "Eleven thirty or so."
    "He'll come out sometime in the next hour, and he'll stay for thirty minutes. He eats lunch by the pool as long as it's nice outside."
    "It's crazy that you know this."
    Steven shrugged. "I like to be aware of my surroundings."
    "So is that one not a pirate?" I asked. "The one with the long hair? The way you're talking, it sounds like he just sits over there and builds furniture."
    "They're all fuckin' pirates. He might not go out on the boat, but he's a fuckin' gangsta, make no mistake about that. He's the one I saw kicking someone's ass that day."
    "So, he's like their on-land representative slash furniture builder," I said.
    "You're gonna think it's really cute until you see some shit go down."
    "How often do you come out here?" I asked.
    "Not much anymore since my friends started getting cars and shit." He paused, put a finger in the air, and cocked his head to the side. "Hold up, be quiet."
    I got really still, waiting to see what he was doing. I figured it was something to do with the neighbors, and I instantly got excited and nervous.
    "I know the sound of that sliding glass door even though you can barely hear it. I'm not sure if it was that I heard, but you can check if you want."
    I didn't hesitate to go to the hole in the wall. He watched me as I bent down to take a look. I blinked several times, trying to focus past the shrubs and into the open pool area. It took me a second to catch some movement just to the left of the backdoor. It was the lovely, longhaired hunk, who was also apparently very good with his hands.
    He was by a mile the most gorgeous specimen I'd ever seen, and New York had some gorgeous men. I wondered if the distance and the fact that my view was so obstructed somehow added to his appearance, or if he could possibly be as hot up close as he looked from here. I sat up and looked at Steven.
    "I'm gonna need your help," I said.
    "With what? Is he out there?"
    "Yes, and that's what I need help with."
    He gestured for me to continue.
    "I'm gonna infiltrate."

 
    Chapter 6
     
     
    "What the hell does that mean?"
    "Infiltrate. You know, like go in under cover. I want to get a closer look."
    "You are fuckin' crazy," Steven said, shaking his head at me and looking down at me in disapproval.
    "Oh, come on," I said, "they're not untouchable. You said it yourself that they had people in and out of there on the weekends. Surely there's some way I could get in."
    Then it came to me.
    I gave Steven a look of triumph. "I'll just go try to buy some furniture from them. You said it's an actual