Finally (Neighbor from Hell #12) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,83

accounts?” Charlie asked, hoping to get the men glaring at each other to focus.

“You do,” Uncle Jared bit out as he glared at his son.

“I see,” Charlie murmured as she opened Facebook and googled Bradford Construction only to find a link for the website and realized that she had her work cut out for her.

Nodding, Charlie made a few more notes before reaching for her phone and opening her calendar, trying to figure out the best day to go out and get some pictures of Bradford Construction’s latest project when an unsettling quiet had her frowning as she looked up and-

“Now, back to your deep dark secrets,” Jason said, making her sigh.

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3:00 P.M.

“Do you have any more Slytherin figures?” the large man that had moved onto organizing her Harry Potter memorabilia asked as Charlie sat there, slowly exhaling as she rubbed her temples, trying to will away the headache that had started ten minutes ago when her three o’clock appointment showed up.

“I’m not going to hurt her. I promise,” Matt said, only to follow that up with, “I just want to spank her ass until my hand falls off,” as his brother was forced to take him down with a headlock while the reason that the owners of Bradford Furniture were currently beating the shit out of each other calmly continued to swipe through the website themes that Charlie had suggested.

“I like these,” Jenn, the teenager that had driven a Bradford to violence with a few absently murmured words, said as Charlie’s attention shifted to Reed’s wife Joey, who was quietly sitting on the beanbag in the back, reading on her Kindle as she absently ran her hand over the large swell of her belly.

“I don’t know how you were able to get anything done with your paperclips and notepads in the same drawer,” came the heavily sighed words to her left that let her know that Lucifer had moved on and was now organizing the cabinet that he’d helped himself to from storage.

Nodding, because she honestly wasn’t sure what else she was supposed to do, Charlie reached into her bottom drawer to grab the Advil only to remember that Lucifer had moved it into the bathroom where he’d decided it belonged. Sighing, she pushed her chair back, walked over to the mini-fridge, grabbed a Coke, took a sip and found herself once again glancing to her left to find Devin standing there, watching her with the sexiest grin that she’d ever seen.

That alone was going to get him killed, Charlie decided as she stepped out of the way when Reed was forced to take his brother down with a tackle that had his younger brother muttering, “I’m dying,” and Charlie heading to the bathroom to get the Advil.

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4:00 P.M.

“God, that’s so good,” Mr. Dixon whispered, unable to help but groan as he took a big bite out of one of the large cupcakes that his heavily pregnant granddaughter had brought for their meeting while she slept in the chair next to him.

She looked exhausted, Charlie thought as she took a bite of the delicious chocolate cupcake with buttercream frosting that she’d helped herself to and couldn’t help but nod in agreement because these were really good. As she savored the perfect combination of chocolate and buttercream frosting, Charlie found herself glancing at Necie’s large belly and-

No, she wasn’t going there.

At least, not right now.

She was going to worry about that tomorrow, Charlie told herself firmly as she shifted her attention back to Dixon’s Bakery website and-

“You need coasters,” came the heavily sighed complaint as she found her cupcake plucked out of her hand by the man that she thought left an hour ago. Blinking, she watched as Lucifer devoured her cupcake in one bite before heading back to the kids’ play area to organize their Legos.

Forcing her mind back on the topic at hand, Charlie cleared her throat and-

“That better not be a cupcake in your hand,” came the coldly spoken words from the doorway that had Mr. Dixon going still as Duncan, who looked really pissed, walked into the room and-

Firefighters were definitely hot, Charlie couldn’t help but notice even as she found herself wondering what Devin looked like in his uniform when he was a police officer.

Probably hotter.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” Mr. Dixon said, swallowing nervously as he hastily placed the cupcake down on her desk and then followed that up by pushing it towards her.

“No? Because it looks like someone is going back on