my divorce is final.”
He shoved a hand through his hair. “Sorry about the ticket. I would have given you a warning if I’d known you were local. I thought you were a tourist.”
Her glare didn’t lessen. “Oh, so you’re that kind of cop.”
He really wasn’t. “I’m not saying I’d do favors for you based on the fact that you live next door, but I could have given you a warning. But tourists are sort of how the town makes money in general.” He sighed. Her expression wasn’t changing. He didn’t want to have this kind of tension with the woman who lived next to him. “I can make the ticket go away.”
She went silent for a few seconds, then huffed out a breath. “Too late. I already put the check in the mail.”
“That was fast.”
“I don’t like having that kind of stuff hanging over my head.”
He respected that. “I’m sorry.”
She frowned, and her expression finally softened as she exhaled a long sigh. She was remarkably pretty when she wasn’t scowling at him. “Don’t be. You were just doing your job. And I was speeding. Still, it kind of put a damper on my day.”
He tried a smile. “How about I let you off the next one?”
Her brows knit together, then she laughed. “You’re that convinced I’m going to be speeding again?”
He broadened his smile, glad he’d gotten a happy response out of her. “I saw the car. I’d be speeding again. Unless that wasn’t your car?”
“No, it’s mine. It’s in the garage.”
“Good place for a machine like that.” He stuck his hand out. “I’m Alex, by the way.” And then immediately remembered he’d already told her his name. She was a little discombobulating. “Sorry we met the way we did, but maybe we can move past that.”
She hesitated. “Only if you never call me ma’am again.”
He nodded. “Done.”
She shook his hand. “Then I think we can move forward. I’d rather be friends with the cop next door than enemies. You know, in case I throw any wild parties.”
Her hand was soft and delicate, but her grip was firm. “As long as I’m invited.”
She smirked as they ended the handshake. “I’ll keep that in mind, but honestly, it’s not likely to happen. I’m pretty boring. I work from home and generally leave the house as little as possible. Although Nocturne Falls might change that. Seems like a really fun place.”
“It is. Or it can be. I don’t go out much myself either.” At least not since he started studying for the sergeant’s exam.
She squinted at him. “I actually thought I met you earlier. I mean you my neighbor, not you you. Anyway. There was a guy standing on your property when I left to take my drive this morning. Sort of looked like a younger version of you.”
“That was a younger version of me. My brother, Diego.” Alex sighed. “He’s staying with me while he gets back on his feet.” Or until Alex evicted him.
Roxy smiled. “That’s nice of you. Hey, you want a beer?”
He hesitated. It wasn’t every day an attractive woman asked him in for a beer, but she was human. He didn’t want to lead her on if she was thinking they were going to be more than neighbors.
“I’m not a mass murderer or anything, I swear. I only kill fictional people.”
He frowned. “What?”
She laughed. “I’m a writer.”
“Oh.” A beer with his new, hot neighbor? Or back to his own house and the Diego invasion? “A beer would be great.” He’d just make sure she knew he wasn’t looking to get involved, that he wanted to keep things strictly on a friend level.
Especially because he couldn’t exactly explain that he only dated other supernaturals.
“You sure I’m not interrupting anything?”
Roxy shook her head at Officer Hotness aka Alex, the man candy who lived next door. “You’re not. I’m on a break.” By which she meant she was procrastinating on writing the book she should have been halfway through by now, but whatever. Getting to know her handsome neighbor was