Love Next Door (Lakeside #1) by Helena Hunting

His lips thin into a line. “I asked you second.”

Heat creeps up my neck and settles in my cheeks. One of us has to be an adult. “Ordering building supplies for my dad since, like Tommy said, he owns the construction company in town.” The duh is implied in my tone. I should probably dial back my bitch a notch or two, but I don’t trust this guy as far as I can throw him, which isn’t very far, since he’s a big dude. I don’t like that he pretended he didn’t know what I was talking about when I mentioned him calling and asking all kinds of questions about the property.

I have to tip my head back to meet his eyes, which is frustrating. I make a go-ahead motion. “So?”

“So?” He lifts one shoulder and lets it fall.

I can’t see his eyes because his sunglasses are the mirrored, reflective type. All I can see is my own red, flustered face. “Why are you here?”

His lip twitches. He has nice lips, full, soft looking. They part and his tongue drags slowly across the bottom one before he responds. “Why do you care?”

I make an annoyed sound in the back of my throat. I don’t see how this guy could possibly be the grandson Bee loved so dearly. He’s an antagonistic jerk. A total McMansion-level asshole. “Do you have so much damn money to throw around that you can use up all the resources in this town on projects that don’t even matter?”

His brow furrows. “What?”

“You know what. Never mind. I’m done talking to you.” I spin on my heel, irked by how blasé and oblivious he’s being, and head back to the store. I’ll call in the order later.

“It was great talking to you again, Darlin’!” he shouts after me. “Glad to see your choice of footwear today allows for safer temper-tantrum stomping!”

It takes everything in me not to flip him the bird. I give his city-dwelling ass two weeks before he gives up on whatever project he thinks he’s going to tackle and has to call my dad’s company in to help him fix it.





CHAPTER 6

ANOTHER BLAST FROM THE PAST

Dillion

I give myself five minutes to calm the heck down. Bee’s grandson riles me right up. It’s frustrating. So is the fact that he’s disgustingly attractive. It’s only a matter of time before some poor townie woman goes gaga over his pretty smile and his delicious body. At least I’m secure in the knowledge that it isn’t going to be me.

My next stop is the office supply/printing store. I have no clue how they stay open. I’m assuming most people in town have no idea how to one click on Amazon. The moment I walk in, I automatically want to turn right back around. Running into Tommy is one thing, but standing behind the cash desk is Tawny Lefrink. Back in high school she was part of my girl gang. There were four of us in total—Sue, Tawny, Allie, and me. Sue was also more of what I would call a frenemy, not an actual friend. Half the time I think she wanted in the group so she could steal my friends. But Allie, Tawny, and I always hung out together. Until I left and they stayed.

Her eyes flare as they move over me. “Dee Dee? Holy crap! I heard you were back in town but thought it had to be a bunch of bullshit rumors.” She comes out from behind the cash register and pulls me in for a tight hug.

The affection surprises me, so it takes me a few extra seconds to react in kind. Tawny’s hair is the same color as her name, but not the reason her parents named her that. She has deep-blue eyes the color of sapphires, a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and a wide smile that pops a dimple in her left cheek. She’s tall and willowy, to the point that everyone was always worried she had an eating disorder back in high school. She didn’t. In fact, she could eat half the guys under the table. Not much has changed since high school. She’s still tall and lean.

She steps back, hands still on my shoulders. “Wow. You look amazing. The city agrees with you, doesn’t it?” There’s a hint of something like longing in her voice.

“I liked it. Always lots of action.”

Her eyes narrow. “Liked? As in past tense?”

“Still like. But I’m on a hiatus, you know, with Billy having that accident and all.” It’s not like everyone doesn’t already know why I’m here—might as well address the elephant in the room. And out of all the people in Pearl Lake, Tawny definitely wasn’t one to be judgmental.

Her expression softens. “How is Billy? Is he doing okay? When I heard about what happened, I sent a box of chocolate to the house. Those Big Turk things he always loved.”

We both make a face and laugh. We always joked they tasted like soap covered in chocolate, and he must’ve developed a real taste for soap, since he’d had his mouth washed out with it so much as a kid.

“What’d you do, drive all the way to Canada to get those?” As far I know, that’s the only place you can find them. We went to Niagara Falls on one of our rare family vacations, and Billy went a little wild in a candy store.

“Nope. Ordered them online.”

“Wow. That’s a heck of a lot more convenient. He couldn’t get enough of those chocolate bars, or Thrills gum.”

“Both so gross.” I always thought Thrills gum, like Big Turk, also tasted a lot like soap.

She smiles and tips her head to the side. “So does that mean you’re back for a while?”