New Neighbour Introduces Himself
The doorbell rang at the worst possible moment, just as I was preparing the coffee beans with my pajama bottoms tangled around one ankle. Juggling the coffee grinder in one hand while hopping awkwardly to free my trapped foot, I nearly face planted into the kitchen island when the doorbell buzzed again, longer this time, insistent. “Coming!” I lied through gritted teeth, finally kicking the pajama pants into the laundry pile by the fridge. The door’s peephole revealed a guy shifting his weight between polished boots, his knuckle raised to ring a third time. I yanked the door open mid-buzz. “Jesus, give a girl a…” My voice died when I got the full view: broad shoulders straining against a black tee, forearms corded with veins that made my bartender brain immediately calculate how many kegs …