Page 9 of Beating Heart
Very mature.
Romeo
Demi said the new doctor came into the coffee shop yesterday, and she likes her, so maybe don’t be a dick and give her a chance.
That means nothing. Beans likes everyone.
Beans was the nickname that we called Romeo’s wife, Demi.
There was a knock on my door, and I startled before setting my phone down and climbing out of bed. It was a miracle that Cutler was still sleeping with the loud moving truck out front, and I was pissed that I wasn’t doing the same.
I pulled on a pair of joggers and made my way to the front door, ready to rip someone a new one for knocking on a man’s door this early in the morning on a Saturday.
But standing before me was Emerson Chadwick, wearing a pair of jean cut-off shorts and a white tank top. Her long brown waves fell down her back and over her shoulders, and she held her hands up in apology.
“I’m so sorry. I know it’s early,” she said, as her eyes raked down my bare chest before they snapped back up to meet my gaze. “We have a little situation.”
“And that requires you knocking on my door this early in the morning?”
“Ummm, yes. When that someone has their truck parked in the street in front of my house, so the moving truck can’t get close enough.”
“Fuck,” I said under my breath, remembering that I’d left the truck on the street because I was planning to stain the concrete on the driveway today. “I’m guessing that’s why the asshole honked his horn a few times. Let me get my keys.”
As I turned to move to the kitchen, a giant ball of fur sprinted right past my new neighbor and into my house. It was large, with black, white, and brown fur.
“Oh, my God! No. Winnie, get back here,” she whisper-hissed.
“What the fuck is that?”
“That’s my dog, Winnie.” Emerson was now chasing after the dog, who was currently running down the hallway.
Happy fucking Saturday to me.
My eyes trailed over her perfect ass and long tan legs as she jogged down my hallway like she owned the place.
“Winiford Chadwick!” Emerson was still whisper-shouting, but Cutler was all laughter now, because apparently, the big horse-dog had gone right to his bedroom and jumped in bed with him.
Only my kid would have no issue with a strange dog jumping into his bed and waking him up.
I stood in the doorway as Emerson frantically tried to pull her beast off his bed, and Cutler was hugging and loving on the large dog.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Welcome to the neighborhood, Dr. Chadwick.”
The dog fought her off as it continued to climb all over my son, who was enjoying every minute, and Emerson covered her face with her hands. “I’m so sorry. I did not want to start off this way. I just needed you to move the truck. I thought I’d secured her in the fenced area on the side of the yard.”
“How about this? You stay here for a minute with Cutler and your horse dog, and let me go move my truck.”
She nodded. “Yeah. Of course. Thank you. And just so you know, Winnie is hypoallergenic.”
I chuckled, because that was the least of my concerns at the moment. “Good to know.”
I walked back to the kitchen and grabbed my keys before slipping on my flip-flops and jogging out to my truck. There were two guys with their backs to me, standing there, obviously waiting for me to move out of the way so they could get their truck closer to the house.
“She’s hot as hell, man. Did you see those legs and that ass? I’d like to tap that, if you know what I mean,” one of the dipshits said.
I’d noticed her legs and her ass, but I wouldn’t be standing out here talking about her that way. And it pissed me the hell off at hearing them act like a bunch of assholes.
“Yeah. But she’s got an edge. She glared at me when she caught me staring,” the other dickhead said. “Like she could read my mind about how badly I’d like to bang her. But I get the vibe she’ll cut my balls off if I stare too much more.”
