Swinging my legs off the side of the bed, I tugged on the back of Louie’s pajama pants to give him a partial wedgie as I got to my feet. I reached over to turn on the side lamp, nearly knocking it off the nightstand. Just don’t kick me in the stomach again, okay? You almost cracked my rib last time,” I reminded him in case he’d forgotten the giant bruise he’d given me that had me gasping for breath every time I bent over. Nobody was supposed to be fighting, much less in the middle of the night. A neighborhood with a history of crime was the kind of shit I had been trying to avoid. The rest were nice families with little kids and everything. The people who lived closest to Louie’s bedroom were an elderly couple, not exactly the kind of people who you would imagine fighting in the middle of the night. The thing was, I’d met a few of the new neighbors over the course of the month and a half it took to close on the house, but not all of them.
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