"Tall, blond, and handsome, yet he never leaves home." Suzy-Jo Martin turned from her front window (and from the bare-chested hunk mowing the lawn across the street) and took the lemonade her friend Eliza offered. "He's either a child molester or a rapist."
"Does he have one of those home alarm bracelets on his ankle?"
"I don't get that close to look. He's a child molester."
"Or a rapist," Eliza added. Her smile wasn't the least bit amusing.
Suzy-Jo casually sipped the tart lemonade. "The children and women in this cul-de-sac could be in danger. I don't think you are taking this as serious as need be." She turned back to the window. Pity, his debauched past. No man who looked so angelic should have such base vices. "I need to find out his name so I can google him. Go meet him for me."
Eliza drew back the silk curtain and edged closer to the window. "He looks like a hero on one of those bodice-ripper romances."
Suzy-Jo sighed. Double pity, his debauched past. "Take a couple of cookies with you. For food, men will confess national secrets."
"I'm a woman and I'm pregnant." Eliza stared hard at Suzy-Jo. "If he's a rapist or molester, I'm top billing."
"You'll be fine. I'm watching."
Eliza rolled her eyes. "A rapist/child molester and a peeping Tom. You two make quite a pair."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Clearly Lawnmowing Man isn't a child molester. Or a rapist. This is a romance, after all!!!
Why do you think he never leaves home?
What secret is he hiding?
Why do you think it matters so much for Suzy-Jo to know?
How in the world does Suzy-Jo meet our hero?
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