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difficult, so he’d pinned simple tags inside. He carefully matched the tags, then dragged on fresh army green slacks and a cream shirt. By the time the sitter, a teen from down the block, had arrived, he had minutes before the meeting was to start. He strode next door, wondering if he would have a few minutes alone with Paige before the neighbors descended.
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    P AIGE OPENED THE door and tried not to react to the sight of Zeke’s handsome face grinning at her. Then she noticed his dark gray slacks and brown shirt, and a frown wrinkled her brow. And his socks—one navy, the other brown. The poor man, someone needed to dress him!
    â€œIs something wrong? You’re frowning.”
    â€œNo,” Paige said, quickly recovering. “Come on in. You’re the first one here.” Even with mismatched clothes, you look sexy as hell. Darn it.
    Zeke entered, sweeping the comfy room with his dark gaze. “Nice house. A little neater than mine.”
    â€œI live alone. That makes all the difference.”
    â€œYeah.” He jammed his hands in his pockets. “I guess it does.”
    She ignored his adorable dimple and offered him a soda as they worked their way into her den. Thankfully the doorbell rang again and Paige hurried to answer it, grateful not to be alone with Zeke.
    Within minutes, neighbors filled the room, chatting easily. Zeke smiled politely to the guests as Mrs. Spivy introduced him. A slender, plain woman with short brown hair sat on his left and Dannika, a tall, leggy divorcedbrunette, maneuvered her chair close to his right. Paige caught Zeke’s panicked look and almost felt sorry for him. Then Derrick came in and swooped her into a hug.
    She threw her arms around him. “I’m so happy for you and Amelia,” she whispered. “I just knew the two of you were perfect for each other.”
    Derrick kissed her cheek. “I love you, you know that! You are the greatest, Paige.”
    Paige laughed, but the two of them pulled apart when she heard Mrs. Spivy clucking. “Can you two put your love life on hold while we get this meeting under way?”
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    â€œC AN YOU TWO put your love life on hold while we get this meeting under way?” Mrs. Spivy’s words reverberated in Zeke’s mind like a yelping cocker spaniel. The macho guy who held Paige simply grinned and pulled her onto the couch beside him, slinging an arm around her in a too-cozy move that rattled Zeke’s teeth. The guy loved her—he’d said so right in front of the whole neighborhood.
    So much for wondering if Paige had a boyfriend. And he’d thought they’d had chemistry between them. She’d probably been suffering from shock over his messy house and sloppy appearance. And that flier—he was mortified.
    â€œLet’s get started,” Paige said in her silky voice. “We’re all aware there’ve been some break-ins recently.”
    Heads nodded in agreement. Zeke’s attention strayed as he studied Paige’s den. A comfortable leather couch, beige and red plaid recliner, pine tables. Everything neat and orderly. Paige’s voice broke into his reverie.
    â€œAnd the police are doing all they can.” Paige folded her hands together. “But we’ve always been a closeneighborhood, so Mrs. Spivy suggested we start this neighborhood watch program.”
    â€œI still can’t get the ketchup out of my white sofa,” Myrtle Simmons said with a sigh.
    â€œThey took my car, drove it around and left it dead on empty,” Bert Collins added.
    â€œOne of ’em left a pair of unmentionables on my floor,” June Bailey said, patting her neatly coiffured hair.
    â€œThe police are investigating each incident. But as citizens, we can help prevent crime. We want to keep our kids safe.”
    A hushed chorus of agreement filled the room. The woman beside Zeke offered him a shy smile. “I want my Daryl to be safe.