Page 75 of Time to Bounce

“What?” I breathed.

“Yeah,” Garrett said. “Gable wanted me to tell you so you’d keep your eyes peeled, and make sure that you were careful.”

My shoulders slumped. “That man is like a roach. Still surviving.”

Garrett smirked. “Great description. I tend to agree.”

I looked down at Boss, who was looking across the street at a couple of doves on the grass.

“He looks like he’s distracted,” I mused.

“He’s hungry, tired, and ready to be home.” He paused. “Like me. So let’s go so I can make sure you’re inside safely.”

I winked at him. “Yes, sir.”

He snorted. “That might work on my brother, but not me. Get in the car.”

I got in the car and did, indeed, head home.

I arrived at my house, and all was well.

Until I heard all the damn music coming from my neighbor’s place.

Since that was a common occurrence, I chose to wave Garrett off once I got into my place, and headed straight for my kitchen where I grabbed a yogurt.

I sat there, eating my yogurt, listened to my neighbor’s loud music, and sighed.

It sounded like really bad sensual music.

I frowned and went out onto my back porch, my eyebrows knitting as soon as I could hear the music better.

Not music.

Not music at all.

I sat there, mouth open, and glared at the fence parting me from the next yard over.

What the hell was he doing over there?

Since I was already out there, I went to check on my bees.

I had a really cool hive that allowed you to see the bees in action. And when you wanted honey, all you had to do was twist the nozzle, and you could have some.

It was my first foray into bees, and I found that I enjoyed it.

Other than, now that I had them, I was slightly terrified every time that Gable came over.

I’d have to get rid of them.

Maybe Pat from work could take them…

I sat there for a full ten minutes as I contemplated what to do next with the people next door.

I was the head of the stupid neighborhood watch program now.

And, right on cue, my phone buzzed.

Winston Herman-15034:

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