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step inside
Threat's giant ass hand is on the window, slamming it shut. I swear
I'm going to scream.
    “Can you move? I have places to be.”
    “What, like the library?” he mocks.
    “Aw, don't tell me. You still don't know how to read?” I
retort with a fake pout.
    His eyes narrow, the cocky grin practically melts off of his face. As
awful as it is, I gloat right in his face. He's always been so touchy
about anyone insulting his intelligence. Why, I'm not sure—there
isn't much of it to slight.
    His voice lowers. “I was fucking dyslexic.”
    Shit.
    Wait, is that even true?
    “Yeah, right.”
    “You see what I mean? You're just as bad as I was. Difference
is, at least I can admit I was a jerk. You still think you're some sort of saint.”
    “You were a jerk then, and you're a jerk now,” I reply.
“If you know what's best for you you'll just stay away from my
home and my family.”
    His eyes widen and his brows rise. What was I thinking, threatening
someone of his size? There's a vicious intent in the way he stares me
down—it finds it's way under my skin and burrows itself there.
    He stalks closer to me, and closer still until I'm backed up against
the car, every muscle in my body tense.
    “Well let the games begin then, Leah Parker,” he
whispers. “Because I'm about to make your summer very, very
interesting.”

CHAPTER 4

    LEAH

    Let the games begin, Leah Parker.
    Threat's words linger in my head and it's the last thing I need right
now. Everything about him lives up to his new name. He's not only
physically imposing, but somehow he's managed to creep his way into
my every thought, preoccupying me while I drive and continuing when I
arrive home. I keep replaying that moment over and over in my head.
The way he stalked up to me like a predator. The way his lips curled
when he spoke. The way my name sounded on his tongue.
    The way my breathing deepened when he was near me.
    Something
tells me his intentions are darker than those two pools of ink he
uses to bore into me. And some secret part of me wants to know what
it is...
    I
force myself to shake it off and ignore him. I don't need to be
distracted right now, not with all I have to do this summer. I have
books to read as prerequisites before school starts in August. Having
the house to myself for the next week is a pretty decent consolation
prize for all the bullshit I've had to deal with over the past
twenty-four hours. No distractions. I should start on my work but
it's Friday, and I have all of next week for that. Besides, I need to
get my aggression out after learning that David Banducci still
exists, and worse, having to go toe to toe with him.
    I change into my yoga pants and sports bra and go a good forty-five
minutes on our elliptical. These days I can channel my feelings into
exercise instead of a pint of ice cream. Most of the time at least.
When I'm done I'm drenched with sweat and could use some rest, so I
grab my e-reader and head for the back yard.
    The Jacuzzi is calling me and so is a tall glass of red wine from
Dad's stash. The water is perfectly warm, and I get a good thirty
minutes of reading and relaxation in before I'm disturbed by the loud
revving sound of a motorcycle. I swear this neighborhood is becoming
the pits—first drag racers, then the noisy neighbors down the
street who randomly shoot of fireworks for God knows what reason. And
now this. I groan and try to ignore it, focusing extra hard on my
romance novel. That is, until I hear the alarm trip.
    God dammit. I jump out of the Jacuzzi and race back into the
house, wet feet and all, thinking I accidentally set the motion
sensors again. If that thing goes off for longer than about ninety
seconds my dad is going to get a call and freak out, plus the cops
will come and we'll owe them like two hundred dollars for the trip or
something, which I know my dad doesn't want to pay. He's well off,
but he can be tight and hates spending money on unnecessary things.
So I don't exactly