Landon (In Safe Hands Book 1) by S.M. Shade Page A

retreat.
    I
don’t know whether to get to work or leave. He probably doesn’t want me here
today. I’m just turning to leave when Landon steps into the library. “I’m
really sorry. I know you told me to take the week off and you weren’t expecting
me. I’ll just come back Monday,” I babble, pissed at myself for feeling jealous
at the thought of him going back to bed with that woman.
    “Don’t
be ridiculous. She just left.” He brushes a lock of hair out of his eyes. “I
didn’t mean for her to still be here. Guess I fell asleep.”
    “Not
my business who you sleep with,” I reply.
    His
smile is mischievous. “Then why are you upset? You jealous?”
    “I’m
not jealous of some bar skank. Your pursuit of STD’s is your own business. Now,
do you want me to get to work in here or not?”
    “Are
you still seeing Mr. Nice and Proper?”
    “Who?”
    He
shakes his head at my confusion. “The guy you were kissing a few weeks ago.”
    Why
does he give a shit who I kiss? “Not that it’s any of your concern, but no. Are
we done discussing shit that has nothing to do with my employment?”
    “You
mean stuff friends discuss,” he retorts, and I want to slap the cocky smile
from his face.
    “Well,
I’m done talking about it.”
    “Fine,
Ms. Difficult. I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be out of your way in a couple of
hours.”
    Finally,
he leaves me alone with my roiling thoughts. I could’ve handled that better.

Chapter
Six
     
    Landon
     
    She
was jealous! Part of me is happier than a dog with three balls. It’s good to
know I’m not the only one struggling to avoid feeling anything. It doesn’t
change our situation, though, and I really don’t want to spend the night at
home with her glaring at me. As soon as it’s dark, I head over to Dare’s to see
what he’s up to.
    “Raisin!
Come on in. I need someone else to witness this or no one will ever believe
me,” Dare exclaims, before I can even get through the door. It’s Friday night,
so Justus is probably working his stripper job, but maybe I can get Dare or
Jeremy to go out and get trashed.
    “Witness
what?”
    He
leads me to his empty bedroom and puts a finger to his lips. “Just shut up and
listen.” Through the wall, I can hear a faint buzzing noise. “Neighbor chick is
getting it on with her vibrator.”
    Jesus,
this guy. “It’s probably an electric razor, you fucking pervert.”
    “Just
keep listening.” A small cry is barely audible, but there’s no doubt it’s
erotic. “See, couple of times a week I hear her, usually when I’m trying to
sleep.”
    “So,
you’re ear stalking your neighbor? Do you even know what she looks like?” He
follows me back to the living room and we flop onto his couch.
    “Only
from a distance. Smokin’ body with an ass I want to bite. She’s a homebody,
though. Hardly ever see her out.”
    “You
fuck her and you’ll be sorry. Won’t be able to get away from her.”
    Laughing,
he shakes his head. “Wasn’t planning on it. Got some ass on its way over now.”
    Damn,
so much for getting him out of the house. “Lucky bastard. Guess I’ll head to Chaos
and see what I can pull. Any word on the guy at the farm?”
    “Doesn’t
look like anyone’s looking for him. Family pretty much disowned him when he
went to prison. His P.O. will probably think he bailed.”
    “Good.
All right, I’m out. See you, man.” Rain pelts me as I make a mad dash for my
car. I’m torn between just calling it a night and trying to smooth things over
with Zoe, or drinking my problems away. Drinking wins. It usually does.
    There’s
not much action at Chaos tonight, probably because of the rainy weather.
Sipping my drink, I try to forget the disgusted look on Zoe’s face when I left.
Why should she care if I fuck a different woman every week? And why the hell do
I care that she finds me disgusting?
    She
doesn’t know me or my situation. With my restrictions, I can’t have a normal
relationship, so what am I supposed