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woman.
    Jennifer’s strawberry blonde hair was pulled back into a French
    braid, a look Alex found incredibly sexy. Her green blouse accented
    her eyes nicely. The beige designer jeans perfectly hugged her lower
    body and Alex had trouble keeping her eyes from sliding over the
    smaller woman’s backside, not wanting to frighten off her new
    neighbor before their friendship had time to begin. She chuckled to
    herself as she had a vision of Jennifer catching her ogling her, then
    sprinting back to her house in horror, hoping to prevent the final
    signatures from making their way onto the contract. Instead, they
    made small talk and enjoyed one another’s company.
    Because she found Jennifer so appealing, Alex’s inner child
    really wanted to hate Eric Wainwright. She was determined to dis-
    like him. He was obviously rich, judging from the house they just
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    bought and the Mercedes in the driveway. He was devastatingly
    handsome, she could see as he approached, and he was married to
    Jennifer. What reason was there not to hate him?
    “Making friends already, honey?” he asked with a smile as he
    reached a hand out to Alex. “Eric Wainwright.”
    “This is Alex Foster. We were just talking about living on the
    lake.” Jennifer’s green eyes sparkled as she introduced Alex to her
    husband.
    They shook hands. “You lived here long?” he asked, as Jennifer
    noticed his subtle appraisal of Alex and gave herself a point for pre-
    dicting his impression of her.
    “I spent most of my summers here as a kid.”
    “This used to be her aunt’s house,” Jennifer filled in.
    “Were you friends with the previous owners of our place?”
    Alex was barely able to keep from rolling her eyes. “Um, no.
    Mrs. Cavanaugh wasn’t exactly…approachable.” She managed to
    keep herself from going on too long about her ex-neighbor, not
    wanting to speak ill of the dead. Ethel Cavanaugh had been a rich
    old biddy who considered herself higher up on the food chain than
    most of the rest of mankind. She could barely be bothered to give
    Alex the time of day, but did favor her with disapproving looks any
    chance she could. Alex had not been disappointed when the
    woman’s homophobic heart had given out and the idea of having
    young neighbors was almost too appealing for words. “You’re going
    to love it here. There’s nothing like living on the water.”
    “I hope I get time to enjoy it,” Eric muttered.
    “You will,” Jennifer scolded gently as he put his arm around
    her.
    “We should go finish up with Jake,” he said. “It was nice to
    meet you, Alex. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other often.”
    “Same here,” she replied. “And if you need any help with mov-
    ing or anything, just holler.”
    Jennifer seemed to want to linger, but Eric took her hand and
    tugged her along behind him. Alex was surprised to feel disappoint-
    ment at her departure.
    “I’ll be back in twenty-four hours to deliver a proper insult,
    okay?” Jennifer called over her shoulder.
    “Don’t be late.” Alex laughed. Jennifer waved goodbye. “Back
    to high society wife,” Alex said softly.
    It was going to be an interesting summer.
    She headed back into the house and Kinsey looked up at her
    expectantly. “What? You think you get some kind of reward for that
    little escapade of yours?” He cocked his head to one side, the way
    he always did when his owner scolded him, his ears pointed straight
    up, his brown eyes wide with the attention he was certainly paying
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    her. He looked so damn cute like that and he knew it. Alex couldn’t
    resist him and he knew that, too. She swooped him up in her arms,
    let him rain kisses all over her face, and told herself they were
    surely kisses of apology.
    Chapter
    Two
    “Eric, honey, they do this for a living. Would you please just
    relax and let them work?” Jennifer spoke through clenched teeth,
    trying not to explode on her husband. She was getting fed up