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in disgust. “I should have known it was some overgrown trust baby being so inconsiderate of neighbors. As a Huntington, you’re probably not used to having neighbors.”
    “Now wait a minute—”
    Delilah shook her head in disbelief. “You are the new neighbor who starts hammering or using some kind of loud machinery at six P.M. every evening and you don’t stop until well after midnight.”
    “I’m renovating—”
    She didn’t want him to explain. She wanted him to stop torturing her. “And you are the new neighbor who plays some kind of music that sounds as if the building is being stormed by torch bearers bent on destruction.”
    He looked perplexed. “Russian opera?”
    “And you play this music full blast despite the fact that I’ve left several notes requesting you to turn it down,” she said, gritting her teeth. “And it’s so loud I can’t even escape it when I take a shower.”
    “Notes? What notes?”
    “Oh, right,” she said in complete disbelief. “Just like you didn’t know your renovations left me without electricity when you went out of town weekend before last.”
    He stared at her with a blank expression. Delilah didn’t believe it for one minute. The man had caused her untold misery. More than ever during the last month she had craved the solace of home, but for all the disturbance he had made, he might as well have brought a wrecking ball inside her condo instead of his. No one could be that ignorant. Then again, maybe this meant he wasn’t intelligent after all. Too late, she thought. She knew the truth. He was the most annoying neighbor on the planet, and like an idiot, she had rescued him.
    “Why do you have such a bad opinion of the Huntingtons? What did we ever do to you?”
    “Nothing,” she said. “You just exist.” She pulled the bottle of water from his hand. “Get out. Go get your own water.”
    He stood, looking at her as if she were crazy. And although Delilah would die before she admitted it to him, she was a little crazy right now. Since Cash had died, she still hadn’t figured out how to solidify both her professional and financial future and keep her promises to Cash, and the Power Tool Prince currently staring at her as if she had a screw loose, that he no doubt could tighten, was partially responsible. She couldn’t sleep, therefore she couldn’t think, therefore she hadn’t figured out a solution for keeping the vow she’d made and cementing her future.
    “Get out,” she told him, shooing him toward her door. “After a long day at work during which I pull about a half dozen knives out of my back, I don’t want much. All I want is a little peace and quiet. All I want is to lose myself in a hot shower, but I haven’t been able to do that because of you,” she said, shaking her finger at him as he backed through her doorway. “That’s bad enough, but I waited two years to get my cleaning lady to clean on Fridays. Two years. I was gone for two weeks and you waltz in and I’m back on Tuesdays because my cleaning lady is cleaning for you on Fridays.”
    He shook his head. “I had no idea.”
    “Well I’m giving you an idea,” she shouted. “You’ve destroyed any chance I have for peace in my home, then you have the nerve to get mugged just as I’m arriving home, so I nearly have a nervous breakdown trying to save you. Give me back my peas,” she said, snagging the bag from his hand before she slammed the door in his astonished half-handsome, half-pummeled face.
    The sound of the slamming door reverberated in his already pounding head as Benjamin stared into space with one eye, wondering what had just happened. He’d gotten a root canal. He’d been robbed and beaten by thugs. He’d been rescued by the reincarnation of a mad Mae West. He wasn’t sure which was the worst.
    Lilly Bradford was so nervous she was afraid she was going to lose her dinner before she ate it. She patted her ears to make sure they were covered by her hair then patted