Chapter 3
Bill looked around the apartment as he followed his new neighbor inside. Not that he needed a distraction from her pert derriere, not at all. Her slight limp caused everything to rock in a fascinating way.
Damn she was pretty.
And not that he was scared of the giant brown and black-streaked behemoth in front of her. Not at all.
Trisha was an inch or so shorter than his own five-eleven. Okay, five-ten and a half. Honey-colored hair fell in a thick curtain to her shoulders, and she had that golden tan and hazel eyes that seemed exclusive to blonde women in the southwest.
Her broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist. Long legs all the way to the floor, nicely accentuated in blue jeans. Her left foot was bare, but she had a heavy black sneaker on her right. Weird.
Then he
