Page 117 of Falling for Mr. Grump Next Door

“Remember what he said about not giving yourself enough credit for stuff?”

I nod with my lips rolled in on themselves.

However, we’re distracted when we both see a man with some kind of measuring device in our yard.

“What the heck?”

I go out and ask what he’s doing.

“Measuring this land,” he responded as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

“Well, yes. I see that. But why? This is our private property.”

“I was contracted by Cornel and Son Construction Company.”

My heart sinks in my chest. No way.

Chapter twenty-seven

Dean - The Rescue

Right away, we encounter rushing waves the closer we get to the location Anna gave me, and I have to remind myself time and time again that I’m setting a good example for my son by going to help her.

“Is that her car?” Dylan asks.

I squint to see through the heavy rain. “She had a rental, but yes, I think so.”

Then, as soon as I get out of the truck, a large gush of water rushes in between us.

“Shoot!” I try my hardest to get back inside.

“Dad! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. But I thought I was going to get swept away there for a second.”

“Don’t go out there again.”

“I have to. How else are we going to get to your mom?”

“I don’t know. Do you think Bob has a rope or chain or something in here?”

I turn my head to quickly examine the covered bed.

“I don’t see anything.” It was mostly just farming equipment.

I’m still thinking when I see Anna get out of her car.

“Anna! Stop! It’s too dangerous,” I yell out of the window.

She doesn’t seem to listen to me, and she’s quickly knocked down.

I have no choice but to risk my own well-being to help her.

“Dad!”

“It’ll be okay. Just stay inside the truck, okay?”

He nods.

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