Page 88 of Should Have Been
My fingers give a little wiggle wave. “You must be the neighbor. I’ve heard about you. Not exactly in your favor,” Iadmit with a tight smile. “But you seem to be handling my brother… kind of… maybe.”
“Summer,” Keats grits out a warning.
“What?’ My voice rises an octave as I shrug. “Clearly she returns the sentiment, and it’s not my problem that we showed up to your lovers’ quarrel.”
“We are not lovers,” they both say in unison.
Nash just chuckles under his breath. “Sure, you aren’t.”
What an eventful dinner this is going to be.
Keats is my enemy. And ending up in bed together presents an even bigger complication, considering he’s my next-door neighbor.
It started with my neighbor being enemy number one. The cocky lawyer always seems to swagger my way with a disgruntled look and piercing eyes when my packages continue to get delivered to his house. He makes me feisty and annoyed, too. Hence why we’re always in a showdown where I want to rip his shirt into shreds and maybe his pants, too. Why? Because the attraction is too overbearing and lingers in the air.
And then we snap and give in.
We start the unimaginable. We unintentionally start a neighbors-with-benefits kind of thing. But I begin to see a different side of Keats, and it turns out he isn’t the kind of man I thought. The fact that he turns possessive in the best possible way, or moves me right in due to a house complication, tells me that he feels something, too. We’re blindsided by our relationship developing, and neither one of us is sure where this will end. After all, we never planned on being everything we might want…
