Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Did someone need to go over and close it?
He was going to get bugs…or those sorority girls.
They were more dangerous than bugs but really entertaining to watch.
“Oh. He’s back.” And with a bowl? “I think he’s eating the soup.”
Angrily.
“Where did we put those binoculars?” Olivia was barely helpful and pointed to the shelf by the front door as she sat up and tried to catch her breath. “Thanks.”
Just because she was a pain in the butt didn’t mean I wouldn’t use my manners.
I was a good boy even if the Daddy across the street would question that.
“He’s…it’s…” Wait. “He changed it somehow. I think he put rice in it?”
We needed better binoculars.
That was definitely going on my Christmas list.
“He’s…he’s finally smartened up.” Taking a deep breath, Olivia closed her eyes and seemed to find her good behavior too. “How long do you think it took him to figure out how to change the soup into something he’d like to eat?”
Too long.
He was sexy as hell, but he was the definition of stubborn.
“He’s smart, so probably not long.” It’d definitely taken him a while because he always saw things very linearly. “He probably just didn’t expect me to be so close…especially this time of year. Campus is nearly empty.”
Everyone cleared out for the holidays except for a handful of students. It made it nice and kind of boring, but it couldn’t be helped, so Olivia and I were making the best of it decorating the house and driving Levi insane.
Which seemed to have worked because he looked slightly unhinged as he angrily ate the rice and lentil mixture that actually looked pretty good.
“You need to keep that rice idea in mind.” He wasn’t wincing at all and if I had to guess I’d say he was enjoying it. “It might help those lentil soups sell better.”
Her boss loved them but nearly everyone else thought they were too plain or something was missing. We’d decided her boss’s taste buds were missing but Levi’s fix might help. “He hates soup and most of the lentil stuff at your work especially, so for him to be eating it he had to have made it a lot better.”
That got Olivia up off the floor and she stopped the last of her snickers as she frowned and studied Levi. “Do you think he’d tell us what he did? We could just randomly go on a walk and pretend to be nosy.”
“No.” Eventually he’d take a good look at me and realize who I was…then he’d get pissed all over again. “He’s mad. Not a moron.”
Just a bit slow on the uptake when he was eternally pissed off?
“I think he might fall into the moron category.” Olivia glanced over at me and gave me a look that said she thought I might fall into that category as well. “You’ve known him since you were kids.”
“Yeah, but he was two years ahead of me and had a completely different friend group.” People his parents liked better than they did mine. “I think he’s really only looked at me a handful of times since we’ve grown up.”
Not that I hadn’t done my best to get him to notice me.
I hadn’t been stalker level but I had been awkward and obvious to nearly everyone else.
Everyone but Levi.
He was very single-minded, but I wasn’t going to complain about it when he finally turned all that focus on me. Then he’d be the one who was nearly stalker-level persistent and I’d be his entire world.
It was going to be perfect.
“If you say so.” Olivia rolled her eyes but didn’t call me out verbally. So I ignored it as she turned back to the window. “You know, he really does seem to like it better that way. I wonder what he did to them because they don’t sell at all.”
Except when I bought them.
But the employee discount she snuck me made them actually affordable and he really didn’t like them, so it was a win-win situation. His wince every time the delivery guy showed up with them made it clear what he thought and gave Olivia a giggle.
She didn’t like them either.
“There’s definitely rice in there but we’re going to need better binoculars to figure out the rest.” Or a different level of observation.
Not stalking.
Nope.
It wasn’t my fault if he was out on his front porch while I was looking out the window.
Sunshine was important in the winter.
“Did he just say something?” Olivia’s tone had me crowding next to her and looking out the window again. “His mouth is moving.”
Shit.
He’d said something.
“Do you think he’ll hear us if we open the front door a crack?” I knew it was a stupid question before she snorted. “I’m sorry. I’m not as sneaky as you.”
I’d basically grown up with hippy parents who wouldn’t understand the purpose of lying even if I wrote my dissertation on it.