My crazy was starting to show, so I turned around and walked back to the Suburban. The minute I hopped up into the driver’s seat, I pulled out my phone from my handbag and dialed my realtor.
“Hi, it’s Piper. I’ve given it some thought and made my decision.” My eyes stayed glued to the cabin across the way. “I want the mountain house. It’s just what I need.”
Some peace. The quiet forest. A project to throw myself into headfirst.
And maybe a hot, sweaty fling with my grouchy, soon-to-be-next-door neighbor.
He had no-strings-attached sex written all over his handsome face.