Don had barely settled into his pace when a voice, feminine and unmistakably flirty, called out from behind him. "Oh, Doonie~"
He instinctively raised an eyebrow and glanced over his shoulder. Striding toward him with a confident sway in her step was Cassie, the woman he vaguely remembered as Donald's mother and, more notably, Samantha's least favorite neighbor.
She was dressed in a pair of snug, black running shorts that accentuated her toned legs and a matching sports bra that hugged her chest, leaving little to the imagination. Her skin glistened faintly with a light sheen of sweat, and a pair of oversized sunglasses perched on her nose, adding a touch of playfulness to her appearance.
