Without Compromise Read Free

“I didn’t stop and look at first – trying to get away such as I was.”
    Molly shook her head.
    The older sister’s disgust only fueled Josie’s teasing, “Then when I was sitting up there on the fire escape, I tried to check him out – it’s been a while since I’ve had a date, after all – but his features were a little fuzzy.”
    She actually could have described the guy in better detail because he had been standing under a street light when she was looking down at him. Josie didn’t think there was any point in it, though. The guy was long gone by now, and the police weren’t going to put out an APB for a guy who hadn’t done anything more than chase her one block.
    Molly threw a dishtowel at her sister’s head, “Maybe you should call the police – file a report anyway. You want them to be aware, at least, of some guy hanging around apartment buildings, waiting for women to walk out.”
                  “Maybe you should move to a less creepy neighborhood.”
                  “It’s not creepy. I even have a cop who lives right across the hall from me.”
                  Josie laughed, “Oh, yeah. The SWAT guy.”
                  Molly nodded.
    “How come I’ve never met him? He’s lived here for a few months now.”
                  “He’s been here for over a year,” Molly corrected. “And you haven’t met him because he’s down at the station almost every day.”
                  “Workaholic?” Josie spoke around a bite.
                  “Or he’s got nowhere else to go,” Molly snapped, irritated. “Was he was inside the security door?”
                  Josie raised an eyebrow, “Your neighbor?”
                  Molly pulled her sister’s plate away as a threat.
                  “No, no, no,” Josie cried. “Don’t take that.”
    Molly raised her eyebrows.
    Josie gave in, “He was standing by the mailboxes.”
                  Molly shuddered, “I’d like to at least tell Tag.”
                  “Tag?” she took the plate back and took another bite.
                  “My neighbor.”
                  Josie laughed, “His name is Tag?”
                  “I don’t think that’s his real name, but that’s how he introduced himself.”
                  “Young guy?” Josie fired a knowing look at her sister.
                  “Yes,” Molly smirked, “and good looking, but don’t imagine anything else. He’s a player.”
                  Josie wrinkled her nose, “Ick.”
                  Molly stood up to spoon more food onto her sister’s plate, “Yeah. He’s nice enough to pass in the hall but not the kind of guy I’d like to spend the rest of my life with.”
                  Josie finished the food, “Thanks for supper.”
                  “Not a problem. If I ate all my leftovers, I’d weigh a ton.”
    “You could always bring them to the set again.”
                  “Watching you gives me the creeps – especially last time.”
                  Josie wracked her brain, “What was last time?”
                  “You were doing something underwater. I think you were trapped in a car.”
                  “I wasn’t actually trapped in anything, Molly. The set piece was in front of me and on one side.”
    “You were under water so long, I was sure you had actually drowned.”
                  “You do realize I had breathing equipment, don’t you Mol?”
                  “Which would do you no good if you had actually been knocked unconscious.”
    Josie smirked as she put her plate in the dishwasher.
    Molly put her hands on her hips.
    “If I remember correctly,” Josie pushed Molly a little, “you got three catering jobs