Chapter 5

And what kind of an intrusive bastard would even dare?

As if in reply to his unspoken question, the chainsaw screamed back into life, driving several birds into flight and shoving the last of Randy’s restraint over the edge. Frowning, mumbling, and with both fists clutching his robe, he stalked across his front lawn and looked toward the only other property on the road—the sprawling ranch that, had he been able to see it from the angle he was at, Randy just knewwould be smirking at him.

While reasoning argued with Randy that it took a strange person indeed to believe that a house could smirk and that said owners of that house were making noise for no other reason but to aggravate him, it didn’t stop Randy’s frown from deepening.