Chapter 6

Randy decided right then and there that the visual was a worthy exchange for the tree, even though conscience insisted that Randy discontinue the goggle and lower his eyes. He did his best not to openly gawk at teenagers regardless of the number in front of ‘teen’ or the proximity of their strapping fathers. But it had been four months of self-imposed celibacy, and those months followed a five-month grieving period over the jerk that had walked out on him. Nine months had seemed like an eternity.

That was exactly how Evil Neighbor Dad caught him when the man looked up—with Randy staring, probably a little too interestedly, at the man’s son. He locked Randy’s startled gaze with a pair of light brown eyes that were so full of gold they seemed to provide their own light, his already creased forehead deepened into a full-on frown, and firm lips that could have otherwise been enchantingly delicious curled into a snarl. The chainsaw fell silent. “What in the Sam Hell?”