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Georgia let out a long breath, sagging in the chair.

He didn’t know.

She should stop taking this risk. Throw away the binoculars, put a bookcase in front
of this damn window, and stop while she was ahead.

But she knew she wouldn’t. She would find herself here again.

Because if she didn’t have her secret nights with Colby Wilkes, what was left?

Four walls, long days, and fear.

She needed this. She just had to make sure he never found out.

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“Andre, this isn’t a good time. Can I call you back?”

I did my best not to let my cell phone slip from between my ear and shoulder.
Just don’t drop the tequila.
I adjusted the enormous bottle that my friend Bailey had given me as a graduation
present from my right hand to beneath my left arm and tried to dig my keys out of
my purse so I could open the main door to my apartment building.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to make it, Cela,” my older brother said, his guilt obviously
trumping my request to call him later. “I got caught at an investigation site this
morning. I thought I’d be able to get there in time, but we had a witness wanting
to talk and . . .”

I cursed silently as my keys hit the pavement. I crouched down, doing my best not
to flash my underwear to anyone who may be passing by. “Really, it’s fine. They called
my name. I walked across the stage and got a piece of paper and a sash for being summa
cum laude. Papá yelled my name like he was at a baseball game instead of a ceremony.
Mamá cried. We all went to lunch at Rosario’s and then the two of them headed back
to the airport. Not that interesting.”

My brother’s heavy sigh said everything. I almost felt guilty that
he
felt so guilty. “Before you move back home next month, we’re getting together to
celebrate. My baby sister, the doctor. I’m so proud I could burst.”

I smiled. I did like the sound of that. Dr. Marcela Medina, Doctor of Veterinary Medicine.
Seven years of exams and studying and clinics, but it was finally done. Now it was
time to leave Dallas and head back home to Verde Pass and take up the slack in my
dad’s practice.

That last part had my smile faltering a bit. I hooked my key ring with my finger and
wobbled back to a stand. “That sounds great. But I really have to get going. I have
my hands full and need to get through the door.”

“Cela, you know better than to carry too much. Parking lots at night are one of the
most dangerous places for women. Are you holding your mace?” he asked, his voice going
into that bossy cop tone I was all too familiar with.

“It’s in my hand,” I lied, trying to remember where I’d stowed the last little canister
he’d given me—probably in my junk drawer. “But I don’t have a free hand to pull the
door open.”

“All right,” he said, placated. “Congratulations again. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

The call ended but I didn’t have a way to take the phone off my ear, so I just shuffled
forward in a sideways hunch, trying to juggle everything I was holding to get my key
into the door. After two attempts, I got the lock turned and pressed my back against
the glass door to push my way into the lobby.

As soon as I’d cleared the entrance and turned toward the stairs, male voices sounded
behind me. Of course someone would show up right after I didn’t need help anymore.
I peeked back to see who it was, Andre’s danger warnings still echoing in my head,
but found something more distracting than criminals—my neighbors, Foster and Pike.

Foster stepped through the main door first and glanced my way. As usual, everything
went melty inside me, his smile like a zap of heat to my system. Ridiculous. “Need
some help, neighbor?”

I straightened, but forgot about my phone in the process. My brand new iPhone went
sliding off my shoulder.

“Crap!” I lurched forward, trying to save it from its imminent demise, and accidentally
dropped my plastic bag of Chinese takeout on the way.

“Whoa, there.” Pike, Foster’s roommate, was at my side in a second. His hand caught
my elbow, saving me from losing the ginormous bottle of liquor along with my balance.
But my phone clattered to the ground, the harsh sound mixing with the
splat
of my noodles hitting tile.

I winced, anticipating a broken screen. “Dammit.”

Foster bent down, his tie brushing the ground as he swept my phone off the floor.
He peered at the screen, dark brows lowering over pale eyes, then he turned the phone
toward me—the happy puppy screensaver staring back at me intact. “All is well. Luckily,
these things are built to take a licking.”

My brain got snagged on the word
lick,
and the back of my neck went hot. My lips parted, but words failed me.
Great, imitate a gaping goldfish—that’s cute.

Pike cleared his throat, easing the tequila from my arms, and then crouched down near
the open bag at my feet. He grabbed a noodle from the spilled box of Chinese food,
tipped his head back, and dropped the noodle into his mouth, his eyes watching mine.
“The lo mein’s a loss, though.”

I swallowed hard, his gaze even more bad boy than the tattoos peeking out from his
open collar. His pierced tongue snaked around the noodle.
Look away
. I forced my face upward, but then ended up focusing on Foster again.
Say something
. God, I was standing there like an idiot. This was why I always avoided these two
like they were contagious. They made me go stupid.

Foster held out my phone, and I managed to take it, the slight brush of his fingers
against mine hitting the Reset button in my brain. I managed a feeble, “Thank you.”

Foster glanced at the mess on the floor. “I’m really sorry I said anything. I didn’t
mean to distract you from your intricate juggling act.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been trying to carry everything
at once. It’s been a long day, and I was hoping to save myself a second trip up the
stairs.”

“The joys of a walk-up.” Pike grabbed a few napkins and started cleaning up the noodles
at my feet like it was his mess to worry about.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” I lowered down to my knees. “I’ll take care of it.”

He grinned over at me, the mirror opposite of his roommate. Ian Foster was all suits
and dark looks—a man who preferred to be called by his surname. Whereas Pike didn’t
seem to even have a last name. He was a drummer in some popular local band—jeans,
a sex-on-the-mind smile, and spiked, bleached hair his usual uniform. Not that I had
studied either of them. Or listened to their escapades through the wall I shared with
them. Not at all.

Keep telling yourself that, Cela.

Despite my protest, Pike helped me finish picking up the mess. “So what’s the big-ass
bottle of tequila for? No one could’ve had that bad of a day.”

I glanced over at the bottle I’d set on the floor, debating whether I could be trusted
to have a normal conversation with these two without sounding like I had a speech
impediment. “I, uh, graduated today. It was a gift.”

“Oh, right on.”

“Congratulations, Cela,” Foster said. Just the sound of him saying my name in that
smooth, dark voice had my stomach clenching. He was all Southern refinement, but I
didn’t miss the glimmer of a drawl underneath it all.

Ay dios mío.
My body clamored to attention like an eager Labrador ready to be petted.
Down, girl.
These guys were way above my pay grade. I wasn’t dumb or delusional. I’d seen/spied
on/secretly hated the women who’d passed through their apartment door—women who looked
like they’d earned their doctorates in the art of seduction.

I hadn’t even reached the kindergarten level in that particular department.

“Thank you.”

“You were going to vet school at Dallas U, right?” Foster had tucked his hands in
the pockets of his slacks, and though the question was casual, I had the distinct
impression he was tense beneath that suit jacket.

Pike handed me a napkin for my hands and stood to toss the food into a nearby trash
can.

I wiped off my hands and pushed myself to my feet, trying to do it as gracefully as
possible in my restrictive skirt. “Yes, how’d you know that?”

“The scrubs you wear have the school insignia on them,” Foster said, as if it was
totally normal that he’d looked at me that closely.

“Observant.” Especially considering I usually only managed a head-down, mumbled, hey-how-are-ya
exchange when we passed each other in the hallway. Secretly listening to one of your
hot neighbors having sex had a way of making eye contact a bit uncomfortable the next
day—particularly if said eavesdropper had used the soundtrack to fuel her own interlude
with her battery-operated boyfriend.

Not that I had. Several times. Whatever.

Pike sidled up next to Foster—a motley pair if there ever was one. “So, doc, now that
you’ve got no dinner and clearly too much liquor on your hands, why don’t you join
us? We already have pizza on the way, and we can play a drinking game with the tequila.
Do college kids still play Never Have I Ever? I was always good at that one.”

Kid? Is that what they saw me as? Neither of them could be
that
much older than I was. Though in terms of life experience, I had no doubt they trumped
me a few times over.

“Oh, no, that’s okay.” The refusal was automatic, long practiced. How many times had
I turned down such offers—from guys, from friends? My parents had been so strict when
I was younger that I almost didn’t know how to say yes even after living on my own
the last few years. Studies first. Fun later. Yet, there never seemed to be any time
for fun after the first one was finished.

“You sure? I don’t want you going to bed with no dinner because of us,” Foster said,
frown lines marring that perfect mouth of his.

Going to bed
and
us
was about all I heard. My father’s stern voice whispered in my ear.
You don’t know these men. You’ll be all alone in their apartment. Medina women have
more respect for themselves than that.

“Really, I’m fine. I had a big lunch,” I said, my smile brief, plastic. “But thanks.”

“Oh, come on,” Pike said, his tone cajoling. “We’ve been neighbors for what, two years?
We should at least get to know a little about each other.”

Get to know each other? I knew that Foster was loud when he came—even if he was alone.
Knew that Pike liked to laugh during sex. Knew the two men shared women. And the other
sounds I’d heard over the last two years . . . the smacks, the commands, the erotic
screams. My face went as hot as if I’d stuck my head in an oven.

“Y’all just want me for my tequila,” I said, attempting to deflect my derailing thoughts.

The corner of Pike’s mouth lifted. “Of course that’s not all we want you for.”

“Uh . . .”
Oh, hell.
Pictures flashed across my brain. Dirty, delicious pictures. I almost dropped my
phone again. I had no idea what to do with my hands, my expression.

Foster put a hand on Pike’s shoulder. “The lady said no. I think we should let her
go celebrate her graduation however she wants.”

“All right.” Pike’s face turned hangdog, but he handed me the tequila bottle. “If
you change your mind, we’ve got big plans. Supreme pizza and a
Star Wars
–themed porn marathon.
The Empire Sucks C—

Foster smacked the back of Pike’s head, and Pike ducked and laughed.

“Kidding. I mean, a Jane Austen marathon,” Pike corrected, his green-gold eyes solemn.
“Pride and Pu—”

Foster was behind Pike, his hand clamping over his friend’s mouth in a flash. “I seriously
can’t take him out. He’s like an untrained puppy. Maybe you can lend me a shock collar
or something.”

Pike waggled his eyebrows, all playful wickedness.

I laughed, putting my hand to my too hot forehead, and turning toward the stairs.
“Yeah, so, I’m going to go now.”

“Cela,” Foster said as I put my foot onto the first step.

I glanced back. “Yeah?”

His ice-melt eyes flicked downward, his gaze alighting along the length of me before
tracing their way upward again in a slow, unashamed perusal. “Promise you won’t go
to bed hungry.”

I wet my lips, my skin suddenly feeling too tight to accommodate the blood pumping
beneath it, and nodded.

But it was a lie.

I always went to bed hungry.

And it had nothing to do with a spilled dinner.

Roni Loren
wrote her first romance novel at age fifteen when she discovered writing about boys
was way easier than actually talking to them. Since then, her flirting skills haven’t
improved, but she likes to think her storytelling ability has. Though she’ll forever
be a New Orleans girl at heart, she now lives in Dallas with her husband and son.
If she’s not working on her latest sexy story, you can find her reading, watching
reality television, or indulging in her unhealthy addiction to rock stars, er, rock
concerts. Yeah, that’s it. Visit her website: roniloren.com.

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