Tasha gritted her teeth, whirling around at the sound of her neighbor’s voice. A six foot privacy fence separated their property and that of the Patterson’s. Ray Patterson’s head popped up over the top and he grinned down at her. “Hello, Ray.” “Champagne?” He raised his heavy eyebrows and grinned. “Having a party?” Tasha hugged the bottle closer to her chest. She hadn’t seen or talked to him in the twenty-four hours since he’d dragged his wife away from their Sybian group party in a huff, and in the mystery and confusion of she and Ashley discovering the camera hidden in the basement, she had almost forgotten about her contentious neighbor. “I liked the last party at your house we were invited to.” Ray was still talking, as if she had responded. Tasha bit the inside of her cheek and tried not to roll her eyes. The man had strong-armed his way into an invitation, and now he was claiming she invited him? “How about we have a private little party…” He lowered his voice and leaned over this fence slightly, his eyes dropping to the front of her blouse.
