Well, maybe my insides were.

I took a deep breath and stood, pacing my living room. Lucifer paid me enough attention to open his eyes slowly, stare at me for a good moment, then close them again.

Well, excuse me for disturbing you, Lord of Darkness.

I turned away from the kitten and resumed my pacing. Up and down like a freaking lunatic until I couldn’t take it any longer and finally perched on the windowsill like a cat after a bird.

This was ridiculous. I was ridiculous. It was only Isaac—my neighbor. If it went to shit, it didn’t matter. He said himself all I had to do was tell him I wasn’t attracted to him and it would all go away.

I doubted that would be the truth, but I had to give this my best shot.

Plus, I kind of wanted to have dinner with him.

We’d been neighbors for a while now and I was intrigued by him. We’d barely had a full conversation until the recent events—and I hardly counted those texting things as conversations.

I needed help. Why had I agreed to this? Why had I said this in the first place? What the fuck was wrong with me?

Screw help.

I needed a Xanax.

I grabbed my phone from the sofa and shot off a text to Immy.

ME: This is a terrible mistake

IMMY: Why? Did he show up in assless leather chaps?

ME: Oh, God, now I’m scared he will.

IMMY: Do you think he fucks with a British accent?

ME: I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.

I tossed my phone back down, earning myself another side-eye from the sleepy kitten. I rolled my eyes at his attitude and walked into the kitchen.

For absolutely no reason. I needed nothing in here.

I spun around and went back to the living room where I grabbed my wine glass and downed the tiny amount I’d put in there. It did diddly squat, but the movement made me feel a little better.

I felt like one of those long-suffering heroines in a romance movie—oh, oh, or a Disney one!

If this went on much longer, I was going to have to throw myself down dramatically while crying. I didn’t have a fancy water fountain like Cinderella, but maybe the bathtub would be an appropriate substitution.

I was so dramatic. Grandma Jen would be proud of that little tangent for sure.

I put the glass down and looked up in time to see Isaac walking past the front of my house. He paused for a moment, and I turned around so it didn’t look like I was stalking him.

Not that I was stalking him. Although there was every chance it would remain on the list of options.

I mean, if I was going to get arrested for stalking someone, it may as well be someone as hot as him.

It wasn’t in the plans, you understand.

Jesus Christ, my mind wasn’t even making sense to me anymore.