Catching Him(How to Catch an Alpha #1) - Aurora Rose Reynolds Page 0,2

chin. “On the plus side, I doubt Mr. Hottie next door is going to forget me anytime soon.” I sigh and then continue on a mumble, “On the not-so-plus side, I doubt Mr. Hottie next door is going to forget me anytime soon.”

“Meowww,” Mouse agrees, and I don’t know if that’s good or bad.

Suggestion 2

AVOID, AVOID, AVOID, OR AT LEAST TRY TO

LEAH

When I pull into my driveway, I automatically look at the house next door, glancing away quickly when I notice my new neighbor getting out of a large black truck. I know I should acknowledge him—give him a friendly wave or even stop to ask if he’s settling in okay—but I don’t. Instead, I quickly hit the remote for my garage door and glide my car inside, letting out a relieved breath when the door closes behind me.

My father would be disappointed. He’s always saying, “Leah, honey, you need to be friendly with the people you live around. They’re the ones who are closest to you if something bad ever happens.” Normally, I would agree with him, and with all my other neighbors, I’ve adhered to his advice. I’ve always made a point to be welcoming when someone new moves to my block; I take over cookies, introduce myself, and suggest we exchange numbers just in case there’s ever an emergency. I can admit I’ve been less than welcoming to the guy next door ever since I broke into his house to rescue my cat.

For a week, I’ve been doing everything within my power to avoid another run-in. I check to see if he’s outside before I even open my door to get my mail, and I never go out when I see him working in his yard, which he seems to do a lot. Okay, so I might spy on him from behind my curtains, but there’s not a woman alive who wouldn’t watch him working in his yard wearing a backward baseball cap, his shirt plastered to his big body.

Mouse runs my way and circles my feet when I get into my house. On my way to my bedroom, I pause briefly and scoop him up in my arms, kissing his head even as he hisses and bats his tiny paws at me. He’s been angry at me, mad that he’s cooped up within the confines of the house when there’s so much for him to explore outside. I see him eyeing me and the door every day, like he’s waiting for me to slip up so he can make his escape. I’ve been extra cautious over the past week, because the first chance he gets he’s going to disappear, and with my luck, he’s going to disappear right into my neighbor’s house, through the window that seems to always be left open.

In my bedroom, I strip out of the all-black clothing I wear to the salon that I co-own with my mom and grandmother. A salon that’s been a part of our town for over twenty years. Growing up, I planned on becoming a nurse and ended up getting my practical-nursing license and working in a hospital. But after three years of passing out pills, writing in charts, and witnessing death so regularly that it became normal, I decided nursing just wasn’t for me. I wasn’t really happy, so I quit my job and started working at the salon while I tried to figure out my calling.

I honestly didn’t expect that working alongside my mother and grandmother would be my passion, but it is, and long story short, I went to cosmetology school and became a stylist. After I graduated, I officially joined the family business and have worked at Bleach Bomb Shell’s—named after my grandmother, Shelly—for the last five years.

I love my job, even though there are days when working with my mother pushes me to the edge of insanity. My mom acts like a typical mother: in my business, slightly nagging, and concerned I’ll spend the rest of my life alone with no man to take care of me, because, in her words, I “don’t date enough.”

At thirty-three, I’ve had a few boyfriends but just two semiserious relationships. One in high school, and the most recent, Chris, lasted two years before I threw in the towel and ended it about a year ago. Chris was great when he wasn’t sending me mixed messages by telling me one month that he wanted to be with me and he’d never been happier and the next month