Nosy Neighbors (book 3)

We Meet Again

A/N: Hey guys I have several shout outs to give this week! A few of them are from some weeks ago that I guess I missed so I'll just get to them. Thank you to the following people for add ing my work to your reading lists  I am beyond honored:  @BlackMatutina, @Issa_Vaeh, @gissele_m, and @tinkamsupy21. And a special shout out to my new followers: @KusuoSaki100 and @carll_crossiunt! Thank you to everyone for your support! 

P.S. The video above is the song Shay dances to. (maggie rogers-alaska)

Xoxo Alayna

Shay

"So, how was that groomsman you took home," Elle, my best friend, asks as if she's slightly uninterested as our waitress comes to drop off our food and refill our drinks.

"He was meh" I say hiding my smile with a sip of coffee, "Why does it even matter that was like a week ago?"

"Just asking," Elle says looking over to Claire, my other best friend.

"So, I guess that means you don't want to know anything about him," Claire says while cutting up the pancakes on her plate.

I got a text this morning saying we were meeting for breakfast, because my friends don't ask. And when they told me it was their treat, I knew that them feeding me was just their way of bribing me for info about my late-night rendezvous. Which is why they are skipping the small talk and went straight in to the questions about his bed performance.

"I know his name is Garrett," I sigh then nonchalantly add, "and he's my neighbor."

"Wait what," Claire yelps dropping her knife. She is too stunned for words.

"So, hold on," Elle demands taking a sip of her water, "start at the beginning."

"We met at the wedding then went back to his place," I tell them not giving away any more details.

"You do know that he, Brice and Jasper are very close friends right," Elle questions leaning slightly across the table.

"We didn't do much talking," I sheepishly avert my eyes.

"So, what are you going to do if you see him again," Claire asks with her brow raised.

"Act like I don't know him," I laugh then change the subject for the rest of our meal.

After we parted ways I decided to go home and try to work on my next book. The ending along with the cover art was driving me nuts. I'd have to find a photographer. I can only focus on one problem at a time, so writing it is.

When inspiration doesn't strike I leave my computer and decide to dance it out. I blast my stereo and move to the beat of the pop-like music trying to free my mind and let my creative juices flow. Inspiration strikes and I run to the desk and start typing away while the music surrounds me letting the words flow through my fingers.

Just when I get to the last line there's a knock on the door.

I hit the pause button on the music and answer the door. To my surprise, Garrett is standing there not too pleased to see me.

He looks as if I'm really in trouble now.