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her the café buzzed
with activity and she just wanted to kick off her shoes, lie down on the sofa
and go to sleep. Today was supposed to be a celebratory dinner over her role as
principal. Instead, she slouched over her pudding, unable to enjoy the sugary
goodness. She’d been a little off in practice, but it was a marked improvement
from yesterday. If the conductor’s fierce expression was any indication, she needed
to pick up her game. Gillian had already started to plant the seeds of doubt
but Bridget wasn’t going to give up without a fight. For the last two nights,
Bridget barely slept a wink. If she’d gotten a good night’s sleep she wouldn’t
have made those mistakes. She knew where to place the blame. Right at Max’s
feet. She spent last night practicing until her fingers hurt and when she did
go to bed, she practiced with air cello until she passed out. Which wasn’t much
before dawn.
    “I hate that man,” Bridget grumbled, pushing aside a blob of
cream with her spoon.
    Cathy peered at her, brown eyes alight with confusion.
“Huh?”
    Deciding the pudding had seen better days, Bridget thrust
the plate aside. “My neighbor. I hate him. He kept me up ’til all hours the
other night.”
    Cathy paused mid-chew. “What?”
    Bridget rolled her eyes. “He had some woman next door
screaming her head off. I couldn’t sleep. I was so angry I broke his window
with P. Diddy Gnomes.”
    Cathy’s blonde brows shot upward. “You love P. Diddy.”
    Bridget folded her arms. “I know. I just didn’t think and
now he’s holding Gnomes hostage.”
    “That bastard.”
    If it were anyone else, Bridget might’ve thought she was
teasing her. But not Cathy. Their love of garden ornaments had brought the two
together. Cathy had moved to Los Angeles a few months ago and they met by
happenstance. It was kismet. Bridget finally had someone who understood her
obsession for gnomes.
    “What are you going to do?”
    “I don’t know. I don’t want to go over there and ask for my
gnome back. He’d probably take a hammer to it just to get back at me.”
    “Why not break into his house and get it then?”
    “Cathy . ”
    She blinked at her owlishly. “What? It’s not like he doesn’t
deserve it.”
    “But it’s breaking the law,” she whispered.
    “Psshh. You already broke his window. Criminal.”
    Bridget laughed. “All right you have me there. Maybe I’m a
late bloomer and only starting to rebel now.”
    Cathy held up her coffee mug. “Here’s to anarchy.”
    “Anarchy.”
    Bridget sipped her coffee and pondered if she had the
courage to do something like that. “Besides, even if I were to do it, I don’t
know when he’s home or not. He works some odd hours.”
    “What do you mean?”
    She shrugged. “Sometimes he is home, others he isn’t. There
isn’t any real pattern to it. I think he might be self-employed or something.
If I wanted to get P. Diddy Gnomes back, I’d have to know when he’d be out.”
    Cathy mock-gasped. “I can’t believe you’re going to go
through with it.”
    “I’m not.” Cathy eyed her dubiously. “ I’m not. I just
thought if I did, I probably wouldn’t know when to do it.”
    Cathy sighed. “I can’t believe I have to give you tips.
Haven’t you seen a heist movie? You do it at night and wear black. Oh and don’t
get caught.”
    “Ha ha,” she grumbled.
    “You know, if you really want to do something wild, we could
hold him hostage and do all sorts of things to him.”
    Bridget giggled, imagining Max tied up and slave to her
whims. The sliver of lust that snaked through her killed her amusement. She
really shouldn’t fantasize about him in any form or fashion. “As tempting as it
is, I wouldn’t be surprised if he thought it was all foreplay.”
    “Being tied up?”
    “By two women. That man is a sex maniac. All he ever talks
about is sex.”
    Cathy paused, cup suspended by her lips. “He talks dirty to
you?”
    Bridget grimaced. “I wouldn’t call