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my house. I guess I brought it with me for sentimental reasons.”
    “So, I take it all your family is back in Albuquerque?”
    “Yes, what’s left of my family still live in the southwest. I have one brother who lives in Phoenix. My father’s in Albuquerque. He remarried a few years ago, but my stepmother doesn’t have any children of her own.”
    “Do you get back to visit very often?”
    “I try to go back every Christmas. How about you? Do you visit…Minnesota, wasn’t it?”
    “You have an excellent memory. I like my southern California winters, so I usually only visit St. Paul in the summer.”
    “More?”
    He pointed to the glass I’d just emptied. A part of me wanted to say no, but I had to admit that the wine had helped the butterflies in my tummy to dissipate. I nodded and he emptied the contents of the bottle into my goblet. He finished loading the dishwasher and walked into the living room carrying his glass of wine. He took a seat on the other end of the couch.
    “You know, I won’t even pretend to know anything about writing, but I seem to remember hearing somewhere that a famous author once said it’s best to write drunk and edit sober. Maybe you should give it a try.” He pointed to the empty chardonnay bottle. “I’m not saying drink an entire bottle yourself. Or to make it a habit of writing under the influence, but maybe a glass or two would help you to get over whatever it is that’s got you blocked.”
    “Hmm, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try. God knows my old method isn’t working anymore.”
    “What was your old method?”
    “People-watching. I had all these places I’d go. The airport, a pub, the park, the mall and sometimes…I’d look right out my picture window and take in the activity of the apartment complex.”
    “You spied on your neighbors? Naughty girl.”
    He made a clucking noise with his tongue that I found way hotter than I probably should have. I wanted to tell him just how naughty I’d become lately. Call it alcohol-induced courage, but I wondered if he might get a thrill out of learning about my voyeuristic tendencies. How would Jack react if he knew that I’d seen him with his submissives? Would it turn him on to know that earlier in the week I’d been ready to put on a peepshow for him in the community hot tub?
    “You’ve gotten awfully quiet. What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours, Violet?”
    A fire lit in my belly that had nothing to do with the wine. Jack thought I was beautiful and naughty ? This man who I’d become increasingly obsessed with over the course of a few months was hitting on me. I couldn’t have been any more ecstatic if I’d just found out I’d won the lottery. In a way I guess I had. Having the attention of a man like Jack was no small feat. For whatever reason, I seemed to be keeping his focus and that wasn’t something I intended on letting slip through my fingers.
    “Why does the idea of me spying on my neighbors fascinate you?”
    “I don’t know it’s just an idea I have.”
    He looked at me, his whiskey-colored irises seemed to be smoldering with barely restrained desire. At least that’s what I hoped it was that was making those beautiful eyes sparkle. He toyed with the stem of his wine glass and I knew it was a tactic to keep from talking. A man like Jack didn’t get nervous, he was simply playing coy. There was no way I could have that kind of effect on him. He edged a bit closer to me on the couch and that’s when I knew it was time for me to ask the question that had been burning in my mind since he’d brought up me spying on him.
    “Are you worried I might’ve spied on you?”
    “No, I wouldn’t say I’m worried.”
    “Oh? Does it excite you, then?”
    “And if I said yes?”
    He gave me a smile, revealing straight white teeth and a dimple in his left cheek. I didn’t care how much it might turn Jack on to know I’d watched him through my window, I wasn’t going to cop to it. Sure, I’d