Elyse watched her neighbor walk away, wondering why she"d never spoken to him before. She"d noticed him several times. Especially as he came and went on that motorcycle of his. But now she wished she"d talked to him sooner. His voice held just a hint of an accent she hadn"t heard enough of to be able to guess where he was from. Now she couldn"t help but wonder.
Picking up the box he"d brought over she carried it into the bedroom and started unpacking as she tried to remember if she"d ever seen a woman at his place. She didn"t think so, and something told her she would have remembered if she had. Mac he"d said his name was, she couldn"t help but notice him. And it wasn"t just the loud motorcycle. He might be older than her, she thought he was, but she had no way of guessing how much, not t
