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Playing For Keeps A Neighbor From Hell Novel by RL Mathewson. Pages · · Download Verbal & Non Verbal Reasoning by RS Aggarwal PDF. Playing For Keeps 2. Other titles by R.L. Mathewson: Playing For Keeps: A Neighbor From Hell Novel. Tall, Dark & Lonely: A Pyte Series Novel. A Humble Heart. Playing for Keeps Chapter 1 “Oh, no, no, no, no, no!” Haley murmured in disbelief as she watched her pink, white, and yellow tulips being yanked viciously out of.
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Your property ends two inches before my flower bed! Whoever built their houses was a real prick. Both of their master bedrooms were built less than two feet apart. Yet, there was more than thirty feet of space between each house and the other neighboring houses.
There was no privacy with the way the identical houses were designed. He had no choice but to place his large bed directly at the window and from what he could see neither had she. Taking the smaller bedroom was out of the question. His bed would never fit in it.
It felt odd sleeping less than two feet away from a woman who thought him less than dirt. During the summer they both refused to open their windows until the heat became oppressive, leaving them with no other choice. Forget about bringing a woman to his bedroom.
Not that he did that normally. He never invited a woman to his home. That was one of his top ten rules of dating. The only time they ever came to his house was to bitch him out when he moved on and that was done from the outside. He never in his entire adult life shared a bed with a woman. That was too much intimacy and sent the wrong message. Thank god his neighbor seemed to share the same attitude.
He hated the idea of waking up to the sounds of another man grunting and moaning. With his luck the sounds would filter into his dream and he would end up having a gay dream. She was easily out of their league, at least physically. Personality wise, well even from afar he could tell they were all pricks.
They never hit her, otherwise he would have killed the bastards. Sometimes he felt like they were using her, or not treating her right. Haley eyed the fence and then the remaining length of the flower bed.
She sighed heavily. I replaced the last flower bed with the tulips. The damn flowers were out of here and not a moment too soon. Besides he was running out of cornstarch. His eyes widened with that announcement. He ignored her and continued to rip the tulips from the ground, making sure those damn bulbs came with them. She squeezed the nozzle, sending a full blast of cold water on him. Still he continued to tear up the flowerbed. Please stop! He only slowed down when he reached the tight space between their houses.
Jason had to shift his shoulders so he could lodge himself into the tight space.
Thankfully she gave up on squirting him. It might be April, but they were in New England and that meant a bright sun with a cold breeze. His body shivered violently as he reached forward to grab handfuls of tulips. Suddenly something clamped around his ankles. Before he could push himself up she was crawling over his back to get to those damn flowers. Haley used her small frame to her advantage. After quickly crawling over Jason she began digging up as many tulips with her hands as she could and setting them gently, yet quickly, against the side of her house.
Stop that! He cursed under his breath as he pushed himself in further until her entire body was snuggled tightly beneath his. She instantly froze beneath him. He took advantage of her stunned reaction and grabbed as many flowers as he could. It was all she could do to control her breathing. She was going to hyperventilate and pass out. No doubt about it.
A large muscular man was on top of her! Her senses went into overload as she tried to focus. But all she could think about was how the feel of his strong hard stomach felt pressed against her back.
Suddenly a shiver shot through her body that had nothing to do with the cold water seeping through her clothes. Then realization sank in. A very large man was on top of her!
He was a little shocked himself. Not that he ever had a problem getting it up.
Mathewson All rights reserved. Thank you. Also, to my mother, grandmother, and Cousin Jamie who keep me entertained with online Scrabble games. And of course to my children who will always be my inspiration and my little buddies. She shoved back from her computer desk and stormed towards the front door.
She was going to kill him this time there was no doubt about it. She'd worked her butt off to download her dream home, a one level two bedroom ranch. The experience of owning her own home was better than anything she could have ever imagined. She spent countless hours picking out the perfect color scheme for each room, cleaning, organizing, and hitting every yard sale within a thirty mile radius, trying to turn wood and plaster into a real home.
None of that work could even begin to compare to the countless hours she spent on her lawn and garden. With countless blisters, cuts, bee stings and back aches she turned her dull yard into a paradise.
Her enjoyment lasted for all of four months. All of her enjoyment ended the moment she met Jason Bradford. The man was a barbarian. For the next five years he turned her picturesque life into a nightmare. Over the years she dealt with paintball pellets decorating the laundry hanging on her clothesline and the side of her house, loud music, parties, twice she found naked people trying to climb the fence to skinny dip in her pool, three a.
What made it worse was that they both worked at the same private high school, in the same department, with adjoining classrooms, and parking spots. He seemed to think he was the most charming man on earth and had no problem with using it to get his way, leaving her with extra work and responsibilities while he got to be the laid back teacher. There was no way at her age she was going to be able to land a better job. She'd been lucky to land this one.
So the only option left for her was to move. After the first year she tried to sell her house, unsuccessfully.
Every time a prospective downloader came around he scared them off by just being Jason. She gave up the idea of selling her house for the next two years and put it up again last year when he took up golf and shot out three of her windows. After he managed to scare off fifteen prospective downloaders by walking out to get the mail in his boxers, a particularly memorable fit of rage when he threw his computer out the window accompanied with a loud roar, and of course there was the upkeep or rather lack thereof of his property.
His lawn was covered in crab grass and weeds. He only paid the neighborhood kid to mow it once a month. The rest of the time it was the chosen habitat of little woodland creatures. The house needed a serious paint job, or at the very least a cleanup of all paint chips that had fallen to the ground over the years.
She gave up the dream of moving away five months ago and settled for praying that he would move soon, very soon. Now he was going after her babies. This was not happening. Enough was enough. Over the last five years she bit her tongue, too afraid to complain. She was always the shy quiet girl with her nose buried in a book, hoping no one would notice her.
It had more to do with the fact that she was a huge chicken. When the other kids picked on her or pushed her around she cowered, unable to deal with confrontation.