The only thing worse than having a hot neighbor you’re too intimidated to talk to is accidentally hitting his cat with your car. Felix Lane was perfectly content to spend the rest of his days with Sunny, his canary life companion, in their quiet little corner of the suburbs. But then Kirk Shoo with his unusual eyes moved in across the street, and Felix’s carefully constructed life is starting to unravel. When your every bad-boy fantasy lingers at the mailbox, stands too close and smells too damn good, what’s an under-appreciated administrative assistant to do? Besides sneak out the backdoor to go to work? But when Kirk’s cat runs out in front of Felix on his way home, he has no choice but to face the music and his dream man. Unless ... What starts as a tragic accident turns into something far more bizarre. And when Felix’s backyard begins to look like a pet cemetery, he has no choice but to come clean. That is, if he can manage to find his sexy neighbor at all.

Nine Stones

He was home all the time. He had to be working from home.


Knocking at the door, he took a deep breath and waited for Kirk to open. He shifted his weight as he waited. No sounds came from within. He knocked again. Nothing.


He tried the door handle and almost jumped back when it opened. “Kirk?”


Felix looked up the street. He couldn’t go inside without an invitation. He’d never been inside Kirk’s house, and they weren’t nearly as close to make it okay to walk inside. But what if he was passed out in there? What if his injuries were more severe than he’d let on?


“Kirk?” He stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind him. “Hello? It’s me, Felix.”


Felix was balancing on the edge of the doormat. There was no smell of food, nothing cooking on the stove. Taking a step forward, he glanced into the kitchen. The table was set with two plates, wine glasses, and a bouquet of red roses in a vase. Felix’s heart did a double beat.


Chapter 9