Page 2 of Mac (Demented Souls #7)

E lyse watched her neighbor walk away, wondering why she'd never spoken to him before.

She'd noticed him several times. Especially as he came and went on that motorcycle of his.

But now she wished she'd talked to him sooner.

His voice held just a hint of an accent she hadn't heardenough of to be able to guess where he was from. Now she couldn't help but wonder.

Picking up the box he'd brought over she carried it into the bedroom and started unpacking as she tried to remember if she'd ever seen a woman at his place.

She didn't think so, and something told her she would have remembered if she had.

Mac he'd said his name was, she couldn't help but notice him.

And it wasn't just the loud motorcycle. He might be older than her, she thought he was, but she had no way of guessing how much, not that it mattered at her age.

Unless he was old enough to be her dad, she didn't care.

The only reason old enough to be her dad would matter was because she thought it would be a little weird.

One by one she pulled out the items she'd ordered, making sure there were the right ones, then she tossed them all in the laundry basket.

They needed to get washed before she put them on.

A smile curved her lips as she wondered if she'd be able to wear any of them, at least the first time, without thinking about the sexy rumble of her neighbor's voice and that strange accent.

Shaking her head, she packed up all the packaging and headed for the kitchen.

It was time to find something for dinner, and she'd spent most of the day on her feet, as they'd worked on moving the science fiction section in the shop.

Now they throbbed and she couldn't wait to kick back and put them up for a while.

But first, she needed food, mostly because if she didn't eat before sitting down, she wouldn't get up to eat. She'd done that too many times to make that mistake again.

L ater that evening, Elyse had eaten and dealt with the kitchen, then curled up in her recliner with a good book.

She'd turned the radio on for company but soon lost track of what was playing as she'd lost herself in the story unfolding in the pages in her hand.

The rumble of a motorcycle drew her back to the present and prompted her to look up just in time to catch a glimpse of Mac, lit by the streetlights as he rode away.

She wondered for a moment where he was going.

a glance at the clock told her it was almost nine.

She frowned; was there something wrong to make him go out at this hour?

No, she reminded herself. Not everyone was a home body like she was.

Some people didn't come home, change into comfy clothes and stay put for the night.

He probably had a real life. Maybe even a girlfriend.

That's where he was headed, she decided.

To his girlfriend's. An odd pang in her chest made her frown and for just a moment she wished he'd been coming over here.

That she was his girlfriend. Then she dismissed the idea as the silly notion it was and went back to her book.