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

“Got caught in some chicken wire—” Every muscle in Felix’s body tensed. “—nothing to worry about.” Kirk took a breath. “No, not chicken wire, what’s it called? One of those grid fences.”


Grid fences?“Where? There are no grid fences in Willow Point.”


“And she allowed you to walk away? Like this?” Except his clothes were clean. How could his clothes be clean when he wasn’t? There was dirt and dried blood on his bare arms but not a speck on his T-shirt.


“Perhaps you could discuss this when Felix isn’t working?” Mr. Diaz was never a warm person, but Felix hadn’t heard icicles cling to his words before.


Kirk sneered. “Of course. We’ll discuss it more at home, right babe?” Kirk kissed Felix’s forehead but his eyes were on Mr. Diaz, or Felix assumed they were, because it was damn hard to tell when he wore the sunglasses.


Mr. Diaz’s fake-looking eyes blazed and Felix had no idea what was going on, but it was clear they didn’t like each other.


Chapter 18