Sutton

A loud crash woke me from my sleep. Out of instinct I grabbed the bat by my doorway and raced into the kitchen. In horror, I saw that Mark lying spread eagle on the floor with a nasty gash on his head. That wasn’t the only surprise, either. My neighbor Earl also had a bat in his hands, it was clear what had clobbered Mark, and it looked like Earl might be going in for another swing.

“Stop!” I yelled, causing Earl to pause in his assault.

“Sutton, this here is a burglar,” Earl explained. “It’s called self-defense.”

“No, he’s not a burglar. I invited him to stay for the night!”

Earl’s eyes bobbed between Mark prostrate on the floor and me standing across from him. “Oh,” he murmured, slowly lowering the bat. “I must not have heard that part. Thought he snuck back in.”

“Earl, put that away, and then come and help me see if you’ve killed him.”

“I’m not dead,” Mark mumbled from the floor. I watched as he raised his hands to the bump and noticed that they came away sticky with blood.

“Maybe we should call an ambulance,” Earl suggested as he came back into the room without the baseball bat.

“Earl, where are your pants?’

I had just noticed that Earl was in his tighty-whitey undies and that they were in serious need of a washing. I was a little surprised that he had managed to knock Mark down so readily. Of course, Earl was swinging a Louisville Slugger and Mark was an innocent party not expecting the blow.

Sinking to my knees, I looked into Mark’s eyes. I knew from the emergency room that dilated pupils or uneven dilation could indicate a concussion. “Are you alright?” I asked, hating how my voice shook a little.

Mark looked at me for a long moment. I decided that his pupils looked fairly normal, but still wondered if we should call an ambulance. Mark had sat up and seemed to be gathering his wits.

“What was that?” he asked.

“An old Louisville Slugger,” Earl replied helpfully. “One of those boyfriends left a few when he moved out several years back.”

Mark looked to me with a raised brow. It looked rather ridiculous with his injured forehead. “Not my old boyfriend,” I answered Mark’s unspoken question. “It was one of Mama’s.”

Earl laughed. “Sutton doesn’t have boyfriends. She’s a good girl. Never had any trouble out of her. You should ask my Martha.”

I shook my head. “This is crazy. Mark, are you alright? I can drive you to the hospital in your car or we can call an ambulance if that makes you more comfortable.”

“Never been better,” Mark croaked as he forced himself to stand. At first there was a bit of wobble to his stance, but I noticed that his snark was right on point.

Grabbing some paper towels, I thrust some into Mark’s hand and moved to the sink to get more of them wet. Then I guided him over to a chair and told him to sit. We needed to mop off his injury to see if he needed stitches. I also sent Earl after the first aid kit, just in case.

“Just what in the bloody hell was that about?” Mark

you can stay,” I said, moving in close so that I could start cleaning him up. I tried to ignore the

Earl stay often?”

“Why would you ask that?” I paused in my ministering to his head to look down

the fact that I don’t sleep with a bra. I could feel my nipples beginning to harden and chose to ignore it.

I answered his question with

that I was

tumbling out of my mouth. I helped him up into a standing position. I tried not to think about

his eyes. “No, that’s

in my avocado green kitchen. I tried to tell myself it was retro, but in truth, it was just dated and ugly. I shoved a wave of embarrassment down. I had nothing to be

he said by way of explanation. “He barely nicked me with the bat.”

nearly as bad as I had thought it would be. He wouldn’t even need stitches.

call someone?” Earl came back in, scratching his left butt

“Animal Control?” Mr. Williams

I pinched his arm, hard. His very firm, very muscled biceps, if we are being specific. I felt a jolt of energy zip from my fingertips

careful, I would soon be drooling. Hot damn! Who would have thought that the overly stuffy Mr. Williams would have all these delicious bad boy muscles underneath those preppy clothes?

he complain when I put on the bandage. He was a very good patient,

am terribly sorry this

enough,” he said gruffly.

better if it hadn’t

me dryly, “Have you ever gotten a cut, Miss Landry?”

have,” I

continued, “scrapes or tears of any kind?”

irritation slipping in. What was

“So, have I,” he said tersely. “Accidents happen.”

right. They certainly did happen. Although, I am not sure that getting attacked with a bat by my elderly neighbor in the wee hours of the morning was your typical run of the mill accident. However, that was another thing I chose to

I threw away the soiled items and gave the first aid kit back

arm. Again, that surge of awareness flashed through me. I was tired as fuck and beyond cranky, but shit if the man

“Yes?” It may have come out sharper than I intended. Mr. Williams made me extremely nervous, and we

as if it were

to Otterville Falls to fetch me? Or for forcing you to wait through my entire shift? Perhaps because of the way I let you sleep on my terrible couch? Oh, I know! It’s for bringing you into my home and letting an elderly man assault you. You are very welcome,

small smile managed

faded as quickly has

are a menace,” he said with a twinkle in his eye that I wasn’t used to

be suing me and the misses, are you sir?” Earl asked

Williams’ expression of horror and disgust. I imagined that there was nothing Earl

protecting Miss Landry. I

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