Summer Love in the City (Summer Instalove)

that I was already in love with him. If I could just get my damn phone open, I could call him

so he could tell me what I should do.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

* Devin *

I gave up trying to sleep around six in the morning. After hitting the gym for a long, brutal

workout to drain the frustration from my body, I showered and dressed. I made a quick

coffee at home, but then couldn’t stand waiting any longer. At ten am, I pulled up in front of

Kim’s apartment building, and got out to stand in front of my car.

I decided that calling her would be more gentle than ringing her buzzer. “Hello?” Her voice

sounded shaky.

“Hey, baby, it’s me. Did you sleep all right?”

“Did you send the guy on my balcony?” She sounded frantic.

Every muscle in my body stiffened. “What are you talking about?”

Her voice was almost a whisper. “The guy on my balcony. You didn’t send him to spy on

me?”

“Kim, go into your bedroom and stay away from the balcony door.”

I was already running around to the back of her building. There, on her second-floor

balcony, was a young guy in a black hoodie trying to jimmy open the sliding door. It was far

too easy to leap up and swing over the railing. His arm was pinned behind him, with his face

against the brick wall before he even realized he had company.

My growl behind his ear made him start to shake like a leaf. “Do you know who’s apartment

you’re breaking into, asshole?”

“No, man, I…I was just after the stereo.”

Pulling my phone out, I called the non-emergency police line, which I always had handy from

my bouncer days. I kept just enough pressure on him to scare him to pieces, without injuring

him in any way as long as he didn’t resist.

The cops arrived fairly quickly, and Kim let me march the punk through her living room and

down to the apartment

lobby. They cuffed him immediately, and I noticed that my suit and

the business card from the bank pressed into the officer’s hand definitely made a difference