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out on.”  Alan rocked back and forth on his heels.  “Wow, have you had a gander
at that bloke?”
    Sam couldn’t help it, he glanced
over at the opposite house.
    Yep, the bloke in question was
definitely skinny, almost painfully so, and he was covered in tattoos and so
rough looking beside Carly’s sweet roundness.  Maybe that was why she was so
uptight, married to a rough bikie.  Or shacked up with him, who knew?  He
hadn’t looked for a wedding ring when he’d held her soft little hand in his.
    Shaking his head, he turned back
to the flower bed.
    “Made you look,” Alan drawled.
    “What are you, ten?”
    Alan laughed.
    Sam couldn’t help but grin.  Alan
might be trying at times, but he was a good friend and fun, and he didn’t mean
any harm.  In a tight situation he was the man to have at your back.  You just
had to learn to live with his warped sense of humour.
    “So, anyway,” Alan said.  “Sophie
wants you to come to dinner on Friday night.”
    “Friday.”  Sam thought ahead.
    “If you’re not doing your nursie
business, of course.  Are you on shift?”
    “Nope.  I’ll be there.  What
time?”
    “Si x o’clock.  Gives me time to
get home, have a shower, and indulge in some hot sex with Soph before you
arrive.”
    “You always were a fast worker.”
    “Hey,” Alan said indignantly “I’ll
have you know I’m a stayer.”
    “I’ll have you know I don’t
care.”  Sam shuddered.  “Or want to know.”
    “Jealous. Poor bastard.”  Alan
nodded cheerfully.  “Okay, better go and deliver justice, keep you citizens
safe from harm, save the day.  I’ll see you Friday.”
    Pushing to his feet, Sam walked
him back to the car.  As he watched Alan pull away, his attention was caught by
another Harley roaring down the street, startling SJ, who shot to his feet and
sped around the back of the house.  The Harley pulled up at Carly’s house and a
hulking brute with a bald head, a pierced nose, and wearing a heavy leather
jacket got off the bike and sauntered up the steps and onto the veranda,
knocking on the door.  Ed opened it and the bikie disappeared inside.
    Ed spotted Sam and waved
cheerfully.
    Sam waved back and returned to his
flower bed, wondering about his new neighbours.
    It seemed he wasn’t the only one,
with his next door neighbour popping her head up on the other side of the
fence.
    “I can’t believe it,” Debbie said
sharply.  “What’s the neighbourhood coming to, Sam?”
    “Hmmm?”  Pretended ignorance was
the safest path.
    “Motorcycles roaring around all
hours of the day and night.  Before you know it, there’ll be wild parties,
fist-fights, drunkenness and debauchery happening all over the street.”
    “Mmmm.”
    “Did you see that big, bald bikie? 
I bet he’s drugged out.”
    Sam didn’t bother to reply, just
used his fingers to dig another small hole and carefully place the seedling
safely inside it.
    Debbie was on a roll.  “I wonder
how many people will end up living in that house.  So far there’s two men and
one woman.  And what kind of woman would take up with two men, I ask you?”
    Alan would have had a reply for
that question, no doubt.  Good thing his friend wasn’t around, though Sam sure
missed the entertainment.
    “Sam!”
    “Huh?”  Startled out of his rhythm
of digging, planting and smoothing soil around fragile stems, he blinked and
looked up.
    “Didn’t you hear me?” Debbie asked
sharply, her gaze raking across his face.
    “Uh…” He pushed his glasses back
up his nose.
    “I said, I saw you go over there
earlier.”
    No point denying it.  “Yep.”
    Debbie raised her eyebrows.
    Sam raised his in reply.
    Impatiently, she looked across at
the house.  “You went inside with that…woman.”
    No point denying that, either. 
“Yep.”
    “What happened?”
    “Hurt herself.”
    When Sam didn’t elaborate, but
returned instead to the seedlings, Debbie knocked on the fence with her
knuckles.