Elisha shrugged. “There’s no use us crying over what she can and can’t do. It happened, and now it’s over. Carl will talk to her, and if she’s clever, she’ll keep her distance. It was a bad word on my door, nothing more.” She wrapped her arms around his waist. “I think it’s sweet that you care.”
“I don’t want your sister to be pissed that I wasn’t taking care of you.”
“She wouldn’t think that.” Opening the door, she grabbed her cleaning products, and they made their way inside her home. She still couldn’t believe that it was only a couple of a weeks ago that she’d thought he was an awful neighbor. How her feelings had changed.
Tugging off her apron, she removed her rubber gloves and put everything away. Brant hovered close to her, and she laughed. “Go, and fire up the grill. I’ll prepare the steaks, and start on those potatoes.”
He cupped her face and forced her to look at him. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“It’s not. I’m fine, and you’re fine. We’re both fine.”
Brant claimed her lips, his tongue sliding inside her mouth, and she opened up to him. Goosebumps erupted all over her flesh as he deepened the kiss, making her breathless. “I’ll go and start the fire.”
She laughed and watched him leave.
Grabbing several potatoes, she gave them a scrub, and left on the skin. Dicing them up, she dropped them into some water, and left them to come to a boil. As the water was boiling, she worked on the dressing that was going to coat her potatoes. Placing some bacon on a frying pan, she turned it on high, and waited for it to go crisp. At the same time, she placed some mayonnaise, sour cream, and buttermilk in a bowl, sprinkled over some spicy cheddar, pepper, and a pinch of salt, giving it a stir. Once the bacon was crisp, she let it cool, chopping it up and adding it to the creamy mixture.
This was another thing she loved to do to relax her. There was nothing better than making up some soothing potato salad. Grabbing the steaks from the fridge, she was giving them a bashing when Sean entered her home without knocking.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She chuckled. “I’m more than okay. Stop worrying.”
“Kasey could be dangerous.”
“She painted ‘slut’ on my door. It’s not exactly original, and I’m sure I could take her if it came to blows.”
“It’s not funny,” Sean said. “Women can be total bitches.”
“I’m a woman myself.”
“We’re going to keep an eye on her, Sean, don’t worry.”
“You’ve got to trust Carl. He’s a good man.”
“She’ll get a warning, and that is about it,” Sean said.
“Look, I trust the law, okay. Please, let’s go, and have some food.” She sprinkled each steak with pepper, and handed them back to Brant. “Go, and grill.” She shooed him away, and gave Sean a smile. “It’s okay.”
****
Carl had given Kasey a warning, and seeing as it was her first offense, there was nothing else any of them could do. Brant wasn’t happy with it, and he didn’t like leaving Elisha alone. The biggest problem was the fact he couldn’t get her to stop working because one of his exes was being crazy.
“Will you keep an eye on her house today?” Brant asked.
“I’ve got my binoculars and a thermos of soup. I’m good for a day of camping. I’ve also got porn on my tablet, and a sock,” Sean said.
“You’re disgusting,” Brant said, laughing. He really did love his brother’s humor, even if at times, it was misplaced.
“This coming from the guy who had me up half the night fucking his woman. Elisha is not silent.” Sean shook his head, but clearly had the sense not to try to imitate her sounds. Brant loved making her scream. Sex should be loud, messy, and he was dirtying her up. It wouldn’t be long before he could take her ass, and he’d been getting her used to taking his fingers. She went wild whenever he touched her ass.
She’d left to go back to her place to get ready, and he was picking her up, taking his car.
“Don’t ever let her hear you saying that.”
“I won’t. You know next week is my last week, and then you’re on your own until Christmas.”
“Will you be coming here?” he asked.
“Yeah. Mom and Dad wouldn’t let me bring women back to the house to fuck.” Sean took a sip of his drink, and glanced down at his study book.
Brant almost passed out in shock. His brother never studied, or at least he’d never seen him study, and he said so.