The Troublemaker Next Door

Chapter 20




Flynn got rip-roaring drunk in the privacy of his own apartment. He didn’t want witnesses watching him in the aftermath of the biggest f*ck-up in Flynn McCauley history.

He passed out some time around four in the morning. Maybe. He rose to puke a few times in the toilet, then crawled—literally—back to his bed and passed out again.

“Damn it, wake up.”

The noise hurt his head and he swore.

“There you go.” More background chatter. “Get him up. Over here.”

“Hell. He stinks.” Was that Cam?

“Th-thought you were out of town.” His youngest brother, the baby of the family. The thought made him grin. Then he started laughing.

“Shit. He’s still drunk.”

“You think?” Brody’s sarcasm didn’t faze him.

The guys said a few more choice comments. Something hard poked him in the chest. Flynn blinked up at the light fixture on his bedroom ceiling and groaned.

“Hey there, sleeping beauty. What do you know? You slept the day away. It’s after six PM. Get up already.”

He avoided Brody’s grabby hands and rolled out of bed. He stumbled into the bathroom and thought he pissed in the toilet. Or at least near it. He washed his hands, dried them on his rumpled shirt, then made a beeline for his kitchen and reached into his refrigerator for another beer. For the woman that ails you.

His bender had worn off. Now he felt pain, both physical and emotional. His head throbbed. His stomach refused to accept its emptiness and churned with the need to regurgitate more. But it was his heart that bothered him most. Taking a can from the refrigerator, he turned to his brother. “See, Cam? Not p-ssy beer. This is for real men.”

Cam glanced from the beer to his face, his derision clear. “It’s Bud Light, manly man. You on a diet?”

“They didn’t have anything else at the store.” He’d grabbed the first thing he’d seen on the way home. A case to drown his worries, of which he’d imbibed too much, added to shots of tequila. And maybe a glass or four of whiskey to make himself really forget.

He drowned his misery with another can. Or at least, he tried to. Cam yanked it out of his hands.

“Flynn, sober up. You’re an ugly drunk.”

“F*ck you.”

“Snappy comeback.” Brody huffed at him. “Now how about you tell us what the hell this is all about. You missed our three o’clock today, but luckily the client forgot as well, so we have a do-over next week. I kept the schedule light so you and Red could spend the day together. Didn’t you have plans?”

“She dumped me.”

Brody snapped his fingers. “I knew it. I knew that redhead would be nothing but trouble.”

Cam eased Flynn into a chair. “See if you can tell us what happened while I make you some coffee. You look—and smell—like shit.”

“Thanks.” He flipped his brother the finger, but Cam’s back was turned and he missed it. “I showed up last night to her place. We were gonna do the festival downtown.”

“Which one?” Brody asked.

“Who the f*ck cares? I showed up to see her chatting it up with her loser ex-boyfriend. The doctor.”

“Ouch.”

He didn’t want Cam’s sympathy. “She dumped him. I think.” His memory of their conversation was fuzzy, mostly because he’d been too busy battling rage when he’d seen the guy reaching for her to pay attention to their words.

“So what happened? Was she seeing him on the side or something?” Brody looked annoyed—on his behalf no doubt.

“No. He was begging her to come back while she argued with him. Instead of just telling him she had me, she sat there asking him stupid questions.”

“Ah.” Cam nodded.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“You sure it’s not a pride thing with you, Flynn?”

Brody intervened before Flynn could leap out of his chair and body-blow Cam to the floor. “Nice, Cam.”

Cam shrugged. “Flynn’s always been a little full of himself. It’s kind of weird to see him drinking away his sorrows because he’s a little jealous. I’m surprised he didn’t fight for her if he wanted her.”

“She didn’t go with him, Cam,” Flynn growled. “The dickhead left when she and I started arguing. She told me she’s not my girlfriend. Then what the f*ck is she?”

“A f*ck-buddy?” Cam offered.

“That’s what she said! I love the woman, and she can barely tolerate me. What the hell is wrong with this picture?” he asked on a moan.

Brody patted his shoulder. “Oh man. So she rejected you? The big love hanging out there between you now, huh?”

“Yeah.” Stupid, stupid. “We fought, I told her to get her head out of her ass. Then I left.”

Cam and Brody just stood there and stared at him.

“What?”

Cam frowned. “Okay, tell us again what happened between you two?”

He’d just finished explaining when Mike pushed through his front door. “What the hell did you do?” He rushed to Flynn.

Worried Mike might kill him, Flynn jumped from his chair and shoved Brody in his path.

“Thanks a lot, Flynn.” Brody held Mike back, barely.

Mike swore and stalked away. “You see? This is why I told you to leave them alone, Flynn. At eight o’clock this morning, Vanessa was at my house demanding I talk to you.”

Flynn could only focus on Maddie. “Why? Is Maddie okay?” As much as she’d pissed him off, and she had, he didn’t want to think about her being hurt.

“According to Vanessa, the girl is miserable right now.”

He groaned and avoided Mike’s glare, feeling overwhelmed by so many people in his small apartment.

Mike sighed. “Since I’m pretty much the only one with real relationship experience, let me give you some advice.”

Cam took exception. “I’ve had girlfriends.”

“Yeah, I’ve had my share of dates.” Brody glared when the others just looked at him. “Sex counts.”

Mike continued. “Flynn, you need to get yourself together. If you care about Maddie at all, just give yourselves some time. It’s good to argue. It’s healthy.”

“F*ck. We argue all the time. Woman is too damn bossy as it is.”

Brody shrugged. “So dump her. Move on.”

“I can’t. I love her.” The confession came out in a croak.

“Shit.” Mike groaned. “He’s done. Dad has it for Mom. I had it for Lea. It’s a McCauley thing.”

“That you-only-love-once bullshit is old, Mike.” Brody shook his head. “But in Flynn’s case, it might be true. I saw it from the first.”

“You did not,” Flynn snapped, annoyed with Brody’s arrogance. “That woman is the most illogical, aggravating, emotional woman I’ve ever met. She puts two and two together and gets five. Not my girlfriend?” Furious all over again, he stood and would have thrown something if he’d had anything in his hands. “We shared ice cream. We talk all the time. Trade nights at each other’s places. I let her tie me up, for God’s sake.”

Brody blinked. “Yeah, how did that go?”


“Never mind. The point is, I can’t stop thinking about her. She’s it. And she barely lets me hold her hand.” Not exactly true, but he still felt like just getting to hug her in public was a huge accomplishment. Flynn McCauley, a man who had a list of women he could call at any given moment, wanted a woman who could barely call herself his girlfriend.

Flynn clutched his head, wishing he could go back and redo yesterday. “I wish I didn’t love her. She’s an idiot.”

“With her head up her ass, don’t forget that,” Cam added to be helpful. He chuckled, and Flynn raised his head to glare at him. “You sure do have a way with words. Look, Flynn, either she loves you or she doesn’t. There’s not much you can do about it at this point. You left the ball in her court, now wait for her move. Hopefully, she’ll go on the offense, straight for the hoop.”

“Not basketball references.” He felt nauseous. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Mike looked embarrassed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Over Bud Light? You are such a girl.”

He heard the others laughing as he rushed to make friends with the toilet again. Note to self: Bud Light and getting dumped don’t mix. As his stomach lurched, he wondered what Maddie was doing, and if she missed him at all.

***

Maddie spent the first week after their argument pouting, and she knew it. Her roommates had been supportive yet annoyed with her for not putting things right with Flynn. They didn’t seem to understand she needed time. Her mother had been less than sympathetic, which had shocked Maddie.

From a woman who had steered clear of male entanglements all her life, a kudos wouldn’t have been out of place. But Michelle Gardner was suddenly seeing the error in her ways. Now dating some guy she couldn’t get enough of, she wanted the same for Maddie. She talked about accepting help from family, letting people in, that men weren’t the enemy… All of it gave Maddie one whopper of a headache.

That, and she cried herself to sleep every night, missing the hell out of Flynn. The little frog’s eyes seemed to follow her around her bedroom, so she’d buried him in her sock drawer. Then she’d felt guilty and put him right smack in the middle of her bed.

She used the following week to fully work herself into exhaustion each night. She’d engaged in multiple jobs at a time, and she’d made some decent money by doing a lot of the moving work herself. It took her mind off her personal life and helped her professional reputation. But she knew avoidance wouldn’t solve her problems forever.

Something she’d refrained from doing kept slapping her in the face, and as she lay in her bed, beyond tired, she let down the last barrier shielding her fragile heart. She finally let herself think of what Flynn might be going through. Putting herself in his shoes, she had to acknowledge he had a right to be annoyed with her. More than annoyed. Furious. Enraged. She just hoped he wasn’t angry enough to never want to see her again.

“I am so stupid.” She groaned and thought back to their argument.

If that weren’t bad enough, he’d spotted her with an old boyfriend. What if she’d interrupted him with an ex? The thought of any woman with Flynn but her enraged her, but did she have a right to feel jealous? She’d been adamant to keep their relationship casual. Meanwhile, she’d given him encouraging signals indicating they meant more to one another. Sex, the blow job. No more condoms. Holding hands. Spending all their time together.

Of course he’d thought they meant more to each other. And why shouldn’t he? He loved her.

She couldn’t stop replaying his words in her mind.

Agitated and more than a little worried, she took a few deep breaths and called Flynn.

The phone rang four times before he answered. “Hello?”

“Flynn?” she sounded terrible, and she hoped he couldn’t hear that she’d been crying.

“This is Flynn.”

Terrific. He wouldn’t make this easy. Then again, he didn’t need to apologize. She did. “I, ah, I hope I’m not bothering you.” At ten o’clock on a Thursday night, she was just happy to catch him.

“Trying to get to sleep after a long day at work.” He paused. “So what do you want?”

“I wanted to say I’m sorry.” Is that what he wanted to hear?

Apparently not, because he growled, “That’s it?”

She didn’t know what else to say. She had so much to make up for; she didn’t know where to start.

But he must have taken her silence for disinterest, because he snorted in disgust. “Look, I have a long day tomorrow. I don’t have the time or energy to deal with this right now. I’ll have to talk to you later.”

He disconnected, and Maddie lay there feeling worse than before. Hearing his voice had made everything all right, until he’d ditched her. He sounded as tired as she did. Guilt ate at her, knowing she’d taken a good thing and trashed it.

One thing she knew. As soon as she caught up on rest and thought about what she needed to say, she planned to see Flynn and straighten this mess out. She’d worked her entire life for what she wanted. The time had come to figure out how much she wanted Flynn in her life, and what she’d do to get him there.

***

The day after Maddie’s phone call, Flynn sat next to their accountant in a restaurant, not sure what this evening was supposed to accomplish. He couldn’t fake interest in the woman, no matter how attractive he found her. She had long brown hair, big breasts, and a tiny waist. And Tara liked both men and women. What Brody had called the mother lode.

Unfortunately, a stubborn redhead refused to leave his thoughts. He’d expected more after she’d called to apologize. Such a terrific sign that things might get back to the way they should have been. And then… nothing.

“Come on, Flynn. Have a crab cake. Brody swears by them.” Tara pushed the appetizer plate at him.

He glumly lifted a piece to his mouth, not tasting anything but ash as he chewed.

“Dude, liven up.” Brody frowned next to him. “Face it. It’s over. If a woman treated me the way Maddie treated you, I’d make her crawl to me, begging to make up. Then I’d dump her ass again.”

Brody was his best friend for a reason. “Yeah, that would be something to see. But I don’t see her crawling anytime soon.” So why couldn’t he let her go and move on with his life? He’d had several old girlfriends call him looking to hook up. No doubt Brody had clued them in to his single status, if he was in fact single.

Maddie seemed to think so, but he couldn’t convince himself to agree.

“He really is sweet. So heartbroken.” Tara shook her head. “You know, if things don’t work out with Maddie, I’d be more than willing to heal that broken heart.”

Brody clinked his glass with hers. “What a woman. Tara, I swear, if we weren’t in business together, I’d give you the night of your life.”

“You’re so unselfish, Brody.” Flynn forced a grin, trying to be pleasant and mingle with the living again. He’d only gone out this evening at Brody’s insistence. But this birthday celebration for Tara felt anything but festive. He hated dragging her down and tried to be more fun.

A glance around the restaurant once more made him wonder why in the hell Brody had insisted on frou-frou for Tara instead of a real meal. Since Tara preferred beer and pizza to things he could barely pronounce, it couldn’t have been to impress her. Unless Brody was putting a move on their accountant, which no way in hell would Flynn approve.


At that moment, a hint of movement by a table at the end of the restaurant drew his notice. Maddie Gardner looked around the place, searching for someone. When she spied him, she lit up. God, she looked incredible.

“Here she comes,” Brody said under his breath. “Look alive.” In a louder voice, when Maddie reached the table, Brody welcomed her with a pleasant voice. “Hey, Maddie. Nice to see you again. What are you doing here?”

Maddie came to rest right behind Flynn’s chair, so he couldn’t see her expression. “I’m supposed to meet my roommates for dinner.”

“You could join us if you want and round out our table.” Brody nodded to a space next to him. “I don’t think Flynn and his date will mind.”

Not sure what the hell Brody was talking about, Flynn shot him a sharp look but said nothing when Tara’s hand covered his on the table.

Tara smiled. “Hi, Maddie. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Tara.”

He would have given his left arm to see Maddie’s face, especially when Brody smirked.

“Nice to meet you, Tara.” The ice frosting her words gave him real hope for the first time since that phone call. “Flynn, I was actually hoping to talk to you again. Maybe when you’re done with your meal?”

Flynn took a deep breath and resolved to play his part. Maddie didn’t like him dating Tara, did she? She wanted to talk to him? How badly did she want the conversation?

Brody kicked him under the table.

“Maddie.” He turned and gave her a tight smile. “What did you want to talk about?”

There was a long pause.

“It can wait.”

“Well, I hope you have a nice evening.” He deliberately smiled at Tara. “I’m enjoying mine.”

He glanced back at Maddie but didn’t see anything more than her bland nod. The hand around her purse clenched tight though, and he fought the urge to grin. Good. Get nice and jealous, Maddie. Feel it, baby. You care, I know you do.

“I’ll go look for Abby and Vanessa. Sorry for interrupting. Maybe we can talk tomorrow?”

“Call me. I have work with Brody first thing in the morning. Barring any major problems, I should be finished up by four.”

“You have to work first thing in the morning?” Tara pouted, sounding breathy and sexy all at once. “I was hoping we could go out after dinner.”

“Sure, Tara. But I can’t stay out too late.” He winked at her, and she winked back.

Maddie didn’t spare a glance at Tara. She glared at him, her whiskey gaze hot enough to burst into flames. “Fine. I’ll call you and set up an appointment.” She bit out the T, turned on her heel, and stalked away.

The table remained silent until she left the vicinity.

“Wow.” Tara blew out a breath. “You sure you two are over?”

“I don’t know.” She still wanted him, she had to.

“Flynn, you okay, man?” Brody frowned. “If I’d known you’d get even mopier, I wouldn’t have tricked her into coming. I kind of mentioned to Abby that we’d be eating here tonight. We all want to see you two talking again.”

And that answered how Maddie had happened to dine at the same restaurant this evening. She’d either left or she sat in another area, because he didn’t see her. He should have been upset with Brody’s meddling, but he was too tired of the whole mess to drum up much annoyance.

He spent the next hour trying to relax and laugh with Brody and Tara, who proved to be a good sport. Apparently Brody had filled her in on his pathetic partner and she’d been gung ho to help in any way she could.

Flynn wished he’d fallen for someone like Tara. A pretty, laid-back woman without half the hang-ups a certain redhead had in spades. The night drew to a close, and he left the pair with a promise to be in to work early and not looking like hell. The short drive back to his apartment seemed too long, and as much as he wanted to head straight to Maddie’s and get the confrontation over with, he forced himself to leave it in her hands. She’d done him wrong, not the other way around.

He could almost hear Brody nagging him. Be a man. Suck it up, dipshit, and let the woman make her play. Then show her who’s boss. Of course, this advice from a man who had yet to have a serious girlfriend in thirty-one years of life.

As Flynn slipped off his clothes and tucked into bed, he tried to see the positive in Maddie looking so angry. She’d looked like a woman on the verge of slugging Tara right in the mouth.

That had to be good, right?