HE COULD HAVE STEPPED OUT OF A BOOK


Mr Perfect by Linda Howard has been on my mind lately.

It has to be one of my favourite girl meets obnoxious next door neighbour who turns out to be a cop tropes.

It’s also on my mind because I keep running into my neighbor 203. He’s the cyclist.

Unfortunately, I was at work when I realized who 203 was. He was kind of obnoxious. I had taken his order at the counter.

I was taking out the trash, later today. I ran into another neighbour, chatted with her about our cats. Then who should come up from the laundry room but 203.

“Oh are you going to hold the door open for her?” Asked cat mom.

We had the Canadian stand off. “You go first. No you go first” he rolled his eyes, moved first to open the door. Bro, don’t roll your eyes at me, I thought disdainfully, I will cut them out!

203 kept the door open for Cat mom and I, and then walked to his truck.

While I played with Willow outside on the deck, my other neighbour pulled up on his motorcycle. I was debating on asking if he was indeed living in my old apartment.

Bro could have stepped out of all the MC romance I detest. Leather head to toe. Bandanna capping his neatly cut brown hair. He had a beard, neatly trimmed and tattoos. He spent some time putting his helmet away, checking his bike then began walking my way.

Taking a deep breath I piped up “hi,”

He looked up at me. Damn it, he has blue eyes? He smiled. Damn it! He’s friendly!

“Hi, are you living in 102?”

He grinned “yes I am”

“Oh if I am too loud, please tell me!” I blurted out.

He laughed “no you’re fine”

“Are you sure?” I smiled “just say it”

“No if I am too noisy with my tv you tell me” he went on.

“Oh I wear headphones” I assured him “I can’t hear anything”

He laughed “well you’re fine. I love your cats” he gestured to Willow “they’re cute!”

“Thank you”

It occurred to me that 102 could hear me sing or worse? talk to my cats!

I’m doomed!

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