Page 56 of The Champion
“You meanDana, thecrazy-stalker-next-door-neighborDana?”
“Yes,” we both said together as Jameson took Axel fromme.
“I’d better hold him. If I don’t, I may possibly killher.”
“What should we do?” I asked looking between Jameson andVan.
“We need to defend our domain.” Jameson proclaimedhanding Axel back to me.
I giggled at his fierce expression.
Van nodded. “Damn straight.”
They made their way into the office to look over the securitycameras to find out what room she was in.
Sure enough, she was in our bedroom.
After everything that had been happening to us lately, Ihad a feeling we’d be in wheel chairs and this shit would still be occurring.Never a dull moment, that’s for sure.
We stepped inside our master bedroom, Van with a gun,Jameson with a tire iron and me standing behind him with our flailing cooingspaz, who just sneezed.
“Bless you.” I whispered, kissing the top of his rustycurls.
Dana froze, standing in front of our dresser with anarmful of Jameson’s underwear while Cooper, stood there staring at my underweardrawer.
What a bunch of fucking sicko’s.
I had this fear that they would start asking us to putlotion on our skin and then take that too.
“What the fuck? Put those back!” Jameson ordered.
“I...um...I...shit...” Dana squeaked out dropping the underwear,her frantic eyes looked toward our Navy Seal.
“You have five seconds to get out or I will shoot you.” Vanwarned in a stern voice he used when in his protector mode. It sounded likeChristian Bale in theBatmanmovies.
Suddenly, Cooper and Dana made a run for it and were outthe door, without our underwear.
“Does this kind of thing happen a lot?” Van asked puttinghis gun inside the front of his pants.
“Yes.” We both mumbled, spent from everything that hadhappened in the last few weeks.
An hour later, Van went back to his apartment over thegarage and Jameson and I packed for the Vegas race.
Axel played in his bouncy chair beside us cooing away. Heloved that thing.
When we finally had the last of everything packed, thedoorbell rang.
“If that’s Dana...we’removing.” Jameson told me and picked up the tire iron beside his feet.
Blend Line – Jameson
I really was expecting it to be Dana when I answered thedoor but no, it was Spencer.
“I was thinking you could help me with something.” Hegreeted me. “You’re—”
“No, I’m not helping.” I cut him off walking into thekitchen to find a much needed drink.
He kept throwing ideas out for ways I could help him getback on Alley’s good graces—he’d apparently pissed her off somehow. All of themI quickly dismissed as trite and lackluster. I refused to help anymore. I’vedone my good deeds.
