Fools’ Day.”
Aw shit. Thank God she didn’t have to worry about being a victim of anyone’s pranking. Her college years had seen plenty of that stupidity. “I have no idea where to buy a copy of Dogs Playing Poker.”
“I’ve got a person.”
“Do I even want to know what that means?”
“Heh. Probably not.” Leaving Dani to ponder what kind of shady people her sister was hanging out with, Erin dashed to the ancient station wagon parked on the other side of Dani’s convertible. Every time she looked at her sister’s car she was tempted to take a flamethrower to it just to put it out of its misery. Still, Erin had paid for it with her own money, and anything that made her sister proud and responsible was a good thing in Dani’s book.
A motion across the street distracted Dani and she shifted her focus. Graham Barlow lifted from his crouch in front of a large stand-on lawnmower and swiped his grease-streaked forearm across his brow. The movement pulled his black tank top snug to his chest, molding the fabric to the mouthwatering contours of his ripped muscles. He tossed a scowl toward the shiny silver pickup truck that he and his roommate used for their landscape business. “Did you find that wrench yet?”
One of the truck’s doors slammed, and Matt Spencer popped into view. He strode to the disabled mower and passed the tool to his partner. A grunt fell from Graham. “Took ya long enough. What were you doing over there, jacking off?”
Oh Lord. Like she needed that image implanted in her brain. Especially since her hormones were already performing their own version of an exuberant Riverdance, thanks to the ogle fest Matt and Graham provided.
Damn it, she really hated that Erin was right. The two men were walking advertisements for lady boners. Unlike Graham, Matt had forgone a shirt, which put every inch of his strong, sculpted back on mouthwatering display. Her fingertips tingled as she imagined running them down the deep groove of his spine, cruising toward those cute dimples that rode just above—
A car horn tooted, and Dani jumped guiltily. Both men swiveled their heads and sent a wave to Erin as she reversed out of the driveway.
Erin poked her head out the station wagon’s window, the sticky breeze rustling her neon blue pixy cut. “When are you gonna grow some balls and ask my sister out?”
Dani groaned, desperately wishing she could mimic a chameleon by blending with the nearby flowering lantana bush. Before she could safely duck inside the house without anyone being the wiser of her presence, her neighbors slashed their attention her way. She was fairly certain her cheeks were red enough Graham and Matt would be able to detect their nuclear glow from a mile away.
Matt’s chuckle floated in Dani’s direction. “Just as soon as we’re certain she’ll say yes.”
Her pulse revved at the wickedness of his expression and the resulting heat wave that swamped her body. There was no mistaking the blazing interest he and Graham had leveled on her. Since they’d moved in roughly a year and a half ago, they’d attempted to lure her to the Dark Side with a steady dance of flirtation, so she had a bad feeling those twin sparkles of determination in their eyes bode an outright war against her resistance. But that’s precisely what she needed to cling to. With every ounce of her being. Tempting as the two delicious hunks were, she couldn’t give in to her attraction to them.
She was well aware of the kinky things that went on in that house across the street. It wasn’t that she necessarily went out of her way to be a Peeping Tom, but when you had neighbors who didn’t bother to close the blinds you noticed things. Things that left you embarrassingly aroused and in desperate need of a cold shower or quick session with your battery operated boyfriend.
The first time she’d accidentally witnessed Matt and Graham skillfully tag teaming a woman together she’d been too shocked to
Aw shit. Thank God she didn’t have to worry about being a victim of anyone’s pranking. Her college years had seen plenty of that stupidity. “I have no idea where to buy a copy of Dogs Playing Poker.”
“I’ve got a person.”
“Do I even want to know what that means?”
“Heh. Probably not.” Leaving Dani to ponder what kind of shady people her sister was hanging out with, Erin dashed to the ancient station wagon parked on the other side of Dani’s convertible. Every time she looked at her sister’s car she was tempted to take a flamethrower to it just to put it out of its misery. Still, Erin had paid for it with her own money, and anything that made her sister proud and responsible was a good thing in Dani’s book.
A motion across the street distracted Dani and she shifted her focus. Graham Barlow lifted from his crouch in front of a large stand-on lawnmower and swiped his grease-streaked forearm across his brow. The movement pulled his black tank top snug to his chest, molding the fabric to the mouthwatering contours of his ripped muscles. He tossed a scowl toward the shiny silver pickup truck that he and his roommate used for their landscape business. “Did you find that wrench yet?”
One of the truck’s doors slammed, and Matt Spencer popped into view. He strode to the disabled mower and passed the tool to his partner. A grunt fell from Graham. “Took ya long enough. What were you doing over there, jacking off?”
Oh Lord. Like she needed that image implanted in her brain. Especially since her hormones were already performing their own version of an exuberant Riverdance, thanks to the ogle fest Matt and Graham provided.
Damn it, she really hated that Erin was right. The two men were walking advertisements for lady boners. Unlike Graham, Matt had forgone a shirt, which put every inch of his strong, sculpted back on mouthwatering display. Her fingertips tingled as she imagined running them down the deep groove of his spine, cruising toward those cute dimples that rode just above—
A car horn tooted, and Dani jumped guiltily. Both men swiveled their heads and sent a wave to Erin as she reversed out of the driveway.
Erin poked her head out the station wagon’s window, the sticky breeze rustling her neon blue pixy cut. “When are you gonna grow some balls and ask my sister out?”
Dani groaned, desperately wishing she could mimic a chameleon by blending with the nearby flowering lantana bush. Before she could safely duck inside the house without anyone being the wiser of her presence, her neighbors slashed their attention her way. She was fairly certain her cheeks were red enough Graham and Matt would be able to detect their nuclear glow from a mile away.
Matt’s chuckle floated in Dani’s direction. “Just as soon as we’re certain she’ll say yes.”
Her pulse revved at the wickedness of his expression and the resulting heat wave that swamped her body. There was no mistaking the blazing interest he and Graham had leveled on her. Since they’d moved in roughly a year and a half ago, they’d attempted to lure her to the Dark Side with a steady dance of flirtation, so she had a bad feeling those twin sparkles of determination in their eyes bode an outright war against her resistance. But that’s precisely what she needed to cling to. With every ounce of her being. Tempting as the two delicious hunks were, she couldn’t give in to her attraction to them.
She was well aware of the kinky things that went on in that house across the street. It wasn’t that she necessarily went out of her way to be a Peeping Tom, but when you had neighbors who didn’t bother to close the blinds you noticed things. Things that left you embarrassingly aroused and in desperate need of a cold shower or quick session with your battery operated boyfriend.
The first time she’d accidentally witnessed Matt and Graham skillfully tag teaming a woman together she’d been too shocked to
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