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plastic, hiding what was underneath. I assumed there was construction being done and dismissed the view.
    It was surprising that there was an entire garden out there where produce was cultivated and then sold. That took entrepreneurial skills, management, and a lot of other talents that didn’t jump out when looking at the annoying woman.
    “Oh and my name is Rose. Yes, I know I work at a nursery and it's ironic, but I didn't name myself,” she chuckled.
    “Nice to meet you, Rose.” I held out my hand.
    She gripped my extended palm and the color rose to her cheeks.
    “Oh my.” Rose fanned herself with her handkerchief.
    Phoebe smacked my chest and said, “See what I mean. Now imagine if you would have come out with no shirt.”
    What the hell was going on ?
    My groin tightened slightly as my eyes landed on Phoebe’s. Her smile caused a warmth to pass through my blood. Though I did not know what type of look I was giving her, for the first time since I met her, she blinked, stopped smiling, and turned her head to avoid my gaze.
    “Oh yes,” Rose added.
    “So,” Phoebe cleared her throat, “let’s get everything I will need because I have a lot to do before dark.”
    We did not spend a lot of time there since my neighbor had everything already mapped out to the last nail needed to secure the tarp.
    When we arrived back to the apartment building, I helped her bring everything into the backyard and it was definitely not the same as what I saw when I first moved in.
    “Thanks, Goliath.” She put emphasis on my name. “I can handle it from here.”
    “This dirt is kind of heavy. Do you need me to drag it somewhere?”
    She looked around and my eyes dropped to her denim short-shorts, emerald tank top and the slide-on athletic shoes.
    Damn.
    Nope, I wouldn’t be able to handle much more of her.
    “It’s okay.” She looked back up at me. “I think I can handle it.”
    “Okay.” I turned and rushed to get away from the woman who was affecting me in more ways than I’d care to admit.

Chapter 4

Walking Dead
    G oliath :

    M y kindle was about to run out of juice while reading Power of the Pen by Xyla Turner. The guy in the story was in the army like I was and had lost his family of brothers. This was almost the way I felt, but all of my brothers hadn’t been killed. Some relocated back to their home towns, were moved to different bases, and a good number of them had died during active duty. Dealing with the deaths was hard enough, but the separation from the structure was mind numbing.
    The guys and I talked infrequently as it was difficult but we kept saying those of us that were state-side would have a get-together. We always said we would do it, but it seemed like we were all sort of stuck.
    Or maybe just the walking dead.
    It was the next day when a knock came on the door. This time it was early afternoon and it could be no one but her . I opened the door wide so she could enter. There was no point in trying to block her, she would just push past anyway.
    “How may I help you today?” I asked with purposefully planted sarcasm attached to each word.
    “Goliath.” She smiled. “So glad you’re in a chipper mood. I’ve worked so hard for that.”
    I almost laughed.
    Fucking crazy.
    “You smirked.” She pointed towards my mouth. “Yesssss.”
    Her fist pumped in the air in triumph.
    Shaking my head, I closed the door behind her and folded my arms over my chest.
    “So, you need help moving the bags of dirt?”
    “Oh no. Kevin came to help me,” she said. “Today, we’re going to the beach.”
    Who’s Kevin?
    Beach?
    “What?” I asked her for the billionth time.
    Right on que, she burst out laughing.
    Fuck.
    My hand itched to turn her over the back of the couch. She was fucking with me. Like, really fucking with me.
    “No,” I said.
    “Zou, I mean, Goliath.” She took a step towards me. “We must go to the beach, because this is the season for clams and I need to collect them now or I’ll