Perfection (Neighbor from Hell 2)

"Thanks."

"I still say Zoe is nice and that you could do a lot worse," Jason said conversationally as he grabbed his tool belt.

There was no way he was going to put up with the suggestion that he should settle on someone like Zoe so he did what he had to do.

"You do know that Zoe's a Red Sox fan, right?"

The look on Jason's face was priceless and he found himself still laughing about it an hour later when he pulled into his driveway. He parked next to Zoe's piece of shit car and headed for the door, running his hand through his now thankfully short hair.

He glared at the freshly cleaned floor mat, pissed that woman had wrecked his hard work and was tempted to go back outside and stomp around in the dirt just so he could cover those freaky looking puppies again, but he was too damn tired at the moment to try. Tomorrow, he promised himself as he walked into his apartment and froze.

It was.......

Clean.

Not only was it clean, but it smelled like lemons. The rug was vacuumed, the furniture polished, dirty clothes, and food wrappers were gone. It looked damn good, he decided as he gave himself a mental pat on the back for coming up with such a great plan. He walked into his kitchen and nearly wept with joy when he spotted the empty sinks and counters. She'd even put away the dishes.

He spotted a note on his counter with a small pile of money. At that he frowned. He'd given her two hundred and fifty dollars to fill his kitchen up with food and she'd only spent a hundred of fifty of that. He'd have to tell her to spend it all next time otherwise she'd be making multiple trips to the store every week for him.

Wondering what she bought, he opened the fridge door and felt his mouth drop open. His fridge was completely packed with food. He moved onto the freezer and cabinets and couldn't believe that she'd managed to buy twice the amount of food that he usually bought with less money.

Zoe rocked, he decided as he returned to the fridge and pulled out items to make a sandwich. After he scarfed down three sandwiches and half a bag of chips he headed upstairs and took a shower. He was just about to head downstairs for that ice cream he'd been dreaming about when he thought he heard movement next door. He really had to look into getting the walls reinsulated, he decided.

"Zoe?"

"Yeah?"

He looked around his clean room, noting the freshly made bed, laundry basket full of folded clean clothes and felt like he should say something. "Thank you for everything you did today," he said awkwardly, feeling pretty damn stupid.

She chuckled. "You're welcome and don't worry I'm keeping track of my hours, although I was tempted to charge you hazard pay after I saw your bathroom."

He actually cringed at that. It had been pretty bad and if she was anything more than a tenant and now an employee he'd be pretty embarrassed, but she wasn't. So it didn't really matter, he decided with a careless shrug.

"Let me know how many hours you got and I'll pay you on Friday," he said, already dismissing her and heading for the bedroom door.

"Okay," she said, laughing, making him pause at the door.

"What's so funny?" he asked out of curiosity. In the past two months that she lived here he couldn't remember ever seeing her smile or hearing her laugh.

"Huh? Oh, just something in this book I'm reading," she said, sounding relaxed, which he guessed was nice and of course because of him since he'd improved her life with his generosity.

"What are you reading?"

"Twilight."

Why did that sound familiar? It took him a minute before it came to him. "Is that the vampire series they made into a movie?" he asked. He'd heard a few good things about the books and kept meaning to buy the mp3 file so he could listen to it, but he never found the time.

"Yes, I'm reading it for the fifth time."

Fifth time? Now he was intrigued. That meant it had to be good. "Read some for me," he said, walking over to his bed and laying back, resting his arms behind his head, waiting expectantly for her to read to him.

She sighed heavily. "You can borrow it after I'm done."

He snorted at that suggestion. It would take him years to read a book and he just didn't have the time or patience for that.

"I won't have time and you're reading it now so it just makes more sense to save time and read it out loud, don't you think?" he said, slipping into old habits. He'd never had a problem convincing anyone that doing something for him was actually to their benefit.

So he wasn't too surprised when she said, "Fine," sounding totally put out, but that really didn't bother him as long as she did what he wanted.

"You'll start from the beginning, right?" he said, grinning when she let out a surprisingly cute little growl.

"Fine," she snapped.

"There's lots of sex in this book, right?"

"Oh yeah, there's lots of sex in this book," she said brightly.

"Excellent."

Chapter 7

"Um, are you going to move?" Zoe asked when he hadn't moved in over two minutes. "I kind of have to get in there," she said, tentatively pointing past him towards the office trailer. If he didn't move soon she was going to be late and she really didn't want to start her first day on the job by getting yelled at.

A muscle ticked beneath Jason's eye as he continued to glare down at her. It was really rather unnerving and she had to wonder how such a sweet woman married him. Zoe considered trying to walk around him, but knew it would be pointless. He'd just move to block her yet again.

"Look," he finally said, "just tell me he lied and we can pretend that none of this ever happened and I won't have to upset my wife with the news."

She looked over her shoulder, hoping someone would come give her hand or at least give him the medication that he obviously needed. When it didn't look like any help was forthcoming she reluctantly looked back at Jason.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she admitted, taking a nervous step back when he started mumbling to himself.

"Please tell me that my cousin lied to screw with me and that you're really not a Red Sox fan," Jason said, staring at her intently as he waited for the answer.

"I-I'm not a baseball fan," she stammered nervously, hoping that was the right answer. "I really don't know much about sports in general."

His eyes narrowed on her. "Then why did he tell me that you were a Red Sox fan?"

"Because I have a Red Sox tee shirt," she explained, discretely taking a step to the side so she could walk past him only to be cut off as he stepped in front of her.