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shiver at the loss of his touch.
    Casey: It’s been three minutes. Where the hell are you? I have to pee.
    “I’ve gotta go.” Bolting for the front door, I yank it open. Connor yells my name as I slip out the door, down his steps, and jog across the tiny patch of grass before stopping in front of my side of the duplex. Casey is sitting cross-legged on our porch, her back propped against the door.
    “Where the hell did you come fr—?” She stops abruptly, her eyes cutting over my shoulder. Connor must have followed me. “No fucking way.”
    “Way.” I walk up the stairs and nudge Casey with my knee. She pushes up off the concrete, giving me room to unlock the door. Shoving my key in the lock, I twist it and push the door open. I turn to Casey before glancing at Connor. She’s standing off to the side, her eyes bouncing between me and the sexy Adonis, who looks like he’s still trying to figure out what’s going on. She dances in place, squeezing her legs together.
    “We’re gonna talk about this after I go pee.” She rushes into the house, our front door slamming loudly behind her.
    “So,” I say, walking toward Connor. “It turns out I have this really hot neighbor. You should probably be jealous.”
    “Do you walk around naked?” he asks with a cat-ate-the-canary grin. Warm fingers wrap around mine. He tugs on my hand and I fall forward against his big, hard chest.
    “Only when my sister isn’t home.”
    “Good to know. Don’t tell your neighbor that or he’ll be dropping by for unexpected visits. You know”—he shrugs—“to borrow sugar…and stuff.”
    “Sugar?” I scrunch up my nose. “He doesn’t look like the baking type.”
    Connor tilts his head to the side and brings his mouth to mine. He kisses me long and slow, only pulling away when we’re both breathless and fighting for air.
    “He is now.” Connor winks and slaps my ass playfully before heading in the direction of his door. “He’s gonna be baking all the damn time,” he says, laughing, as he disappears into his house.
    Well played, Connor. Well played.

I t’s been three days since I left Brittany standing on her front porch. I knew the duplex next to mine had sold, but I’ve been working so much lately I never paid attention to whether or not someone had actually moved in. There’s been an old Grand Prix sitting out front a couple of times and a sleek black Audi, but I didn’t think much of it. Today, the Grand Prix is gone, but the Audi isn’t, and I’m about to find out if the sexy little car belongs to my sexy little neighbor.
    Running a finger over my smartphone, it comes to life, and I shoot her a quick text.
    Me: Who drives the black Audi?
    Her reply is almost instant.
    Brittany: Who is this?
    Me: It’s your really hot neighbor.
    Brittany: How did you get my number?
    Me: Changed your mind already, huh?
    Brittany: Not at all. I was actually wondering when you were going to make your move. Is this you making your move?
    And that right there is exactly why I’m so insanely attracted to Brittany. There aren’t many women who are willing to speak their minds, but she has no problem with it. Smiling to myself, I type out a quick response.
    Me: I actually tried to make my move yesterday. Went over to your place to borrow a cup of sugar, but Casey said you were working. She gave me your number.
    Staring at my phone, I wait for her to reply. A couple of minutes pass and then I internally berate myself for waiting on a text. “Fuck no,” I mumble to myself.
    Flipping on the TV, I find the sports channel and settle in to watch a recap of last night’s major league baseball games. The announcers are talking excitedly about the Cardinals win over the Cubs, and as they debate whether or not the Cards will sweep the series in tonight’s game, I pull out my wallet to check—for the fifth time—that the tickets are still there.
    I’m tucking them away just as a soft tap on the front door catches my attention. I