“Not just back to town, but he’s your new neighbor. Maybe you should do something neighborly and bake him a pie. Peach cobbler’s his favorite.” Brody chuckles again, enjoying this way too much.
I give him a playful slap. “Brody.”
“She deserves it for all the shit she gives me.” He smirks, enjoying her discomfort way too much. He knew this was happening, for sure.
Paisley marches right out the front door and over to his yard. She’s changed out of her red dress from last night and is now in a pair of jeans and a cream sweater, her wild curls flowing around her like a mane.
The three of us follow her onto the porch so we can have front-row seats to the show.
Brody wraps his arms around me. “Did you know about this?” I ask him.
“For months. I helped him with the paperwork. Didn’t think it was a big deal.”
I turn to Mae. “What does she think she’s going to do demand he not move in next door?”
She giggles. “Have you met her? I’d say that’s exactly what she’s about to do.”
She marches up his driveway and right up to him, hands on her hips, glaring daggers in his direction. We can’t hear what is being said, but she sounds furious.
“Why does she hate him so much?” I ask Mae.
She purses her lips like she’s trying to decide if she should tell us or not. “Honestly, I have no idea. She’s always hated him.”
The end