“I think you have an admirer,” Mike said.
I brushed sweaty bangs back from my forehead and looked at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Wow, someone’s snippy.”
I snorted. “Of course, I am. It’s as hot as balls, the AC is still in the moving van, and this damn venetian blind will not behave.” I banged on it just so he knew.
“Yeah, but you’re standing in a large window, in a sweaty white tank top, no bra, tiny shorts, jiggling your arms around over your head.”
I put my arms down and glared at him. “I’m still lost.”
“I’m not going to point, because that would be stupid, but if you glance down into the neighbor’s backyard, you’ll see him.”
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