His face changed and it was not a happy change.

“Black Excursion?” he asked.

He’d been watching me.

Now I was the one who was not happy (or less happy, considering I wasn’t happy at all he was in my space).

“Yeah,” I told him.

He moved closer to me.

Shit.

“Dude’s not your style, darlin’,” he said in what I expected was his come-on voice.

It did nothing for me for more reasons than the fact the asshole didn’t even know my name, so he couldn’t know what my style was.

Unless he made assumptions about me.

Which pissed me off.

However, I could not engage.

And that sucked.

“’Fraid you’re wrong,” I replied, stepping away.

“That guy’s too clean-cut,” he declared, taking another step toward me. “You seem like a woman who likes to have fun, let it all hang out.” His gaze dipped to my tits. “And you can feel free to do that with me, baby.”

He was right. I was that kind of woman, and I was good doing that with Merry because my dickhead neighbor read Merry wrong—Merry was also that kind of man.

“Think we can have good times, you and me,” he stated, looking into my eyes again and taking yet another step toward me.

“Think my man wouldn’t be too happy about that,” I returned an understatement. “But you gotta know, I am happy with my guy, so no offense to you and your offer, but I’m good where I’m at.”

“You sure you wouldn’t wanna take a shot at better?” he pushed.

Him? Better?

He’d been watching but had he actually seen Merry?

“Got a good thing,” I said softly, hoping to get through and get this asshole away from me. “Been waitin’ for it a long time. It’s good for me. It’s good for my kid. No way I’m gonna fuck that up. You with me?”

Not that I’d even consider it with him.

Then again, I wouldn’t consider it with anybody…but Merry.

He studied me.

I let him.

When I was about to quit letting him, thankfully, he nodded.

“I’m with you, babe. I hear that. But I’m two doors down, you know? Shit happens with that dude, he doesn’t look after you, there’s always a cold one waitin’ for you just down the street.”

I had a feeling he didn’t know what looking after a woman meant.

And I was never going to find out.

“Thanks, that’s sweet,” I lied.

He smiled.

He had good teeth, but I knew that was all that was good about him.

“You ever need anyone to look after your boy, I’m around a lot.” He kept smiling. “And I like kids.”

And that was never going to happen.

“That’s sweet too,” I lied again.

“Just so you know, in case shit goes south, I can be all kinds of sweet.”

How was he not getting the hint?

“Noted,” I murmured.

He kept smiling. “Later, babe.”

“Right. Later.”

He did a slow turn, doing it watching me.