![]() ![]() The cat jumped up with a startled yowl, and Jaine damn near had a heart attack. She stumbled over BooBoo on the way back to bed. If she was late to work today, it would be her neighbor's fault, for forcing her to rely on the clock instead of the sun. Her system now was sheer curtains over a shade the sheers kept anyone from seeing inside unless a light was on, and she raised the shade only after she'd turned out the light for the night. Since she had, several times, found her clock knocked onto the floor, she assumed it had roused her enough to attack it, but not enough to completely wake her. ![]() Dawn was better than any clanging noise at getting her out of bed. She had learned over the years not to cover her windows, because an alarm clock might not wake her up, but sunlight always did. Grumbling to herself, she got out of bed and pulled down the window shade. This had seemed like such a safe neighborhood, but she didn't feel safe with him as her next-door neighbor. The fact that he was big and muscular only added to her uneasiness. Add that to the bloodshot eyes and bad temper, and she came up with drunk. Every time she had seen him, he looked as if he hadn't shaved in two or three days. He was a big, muscular guy, with dark hair cut so short he almost looked like a skinhead. ![]()
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