Stunned, I lie motionless, the wrong way on the couch with my feet in the air.
Did he just drop me?
The front door opens and slams shut.
Did he just leave?
I scramble to get upright, then crawl to the arm of the couch nearest the window.
Hans is already striding across the street, his long legs cutting the distance in seconds.
His truck is parked in his driveway, and he stops next to the driver’s door.
He pulls his phone out of his pocket to check his messages. And I hate that I wonder if it’s a woman.
He puts the phone back in his pocket, then opens the truck door. Before he climbs in, I see him toss something into the cab.
Wait… was that my book?
Still watching out the window, I stick my arm behind the back cushion, trying to find the Lust Shots book I saw him tuck there.
But I can’t find it, because he definitely took it.
Hans, my neighbor, stealer of breath and nudie books, pulls out of his driveway.
I sink back onto my butt.
What the hell just happened?
