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sweet dream, but he had an awful feeling in the pit of his stomach that somehow she was going to be his nightmare instead.

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Chapter 15
    Juliet glanced up at the wall clock near the stairs and her stomach fluttered with anticipation as she watched the second hand move into position at the 11:00 p.m. mark. Finally! It was time! Yes, the music was still blaring next door and yes, her walls were still thumping to the beat - and yes, it was now time to call the police on the troublemaker and have them actually do something about the monstrous noise still going on next door.
    As best as she could tell, his friends still hadn’t returned from wherever they’d gone and Romeo was alone, unless he’d kept the stripper, of course - which would give the police something else to discuss with him.
    Annoyance flashed through her system. Had he kept the stripper? Had she taken her clothes off for him tonight, teased him and cajoled him, given him a lap dance and then finished the evening off with a ‘happy ending’ in his bed? The loud music certainly sounded like there was a party still going on over there. Was there? Was he still having sex with Rosie, using that hard body of his to give her pleasure? Her mind whirled at the racy images and for some strange reason, it made her madder.

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    Sara walked into the living room carrying a tea tray with empty mugs and cookies. Placing it down on the coffee table, she turned to stare at her sister who had positioned herself at the front window watching the road intently, like a faithful dog waiting for its master to return.
    “Did you call the police?” she asked.
    Not moving an inch from her post, Juliet responded with a “Yup”.
    “And they’re coming?”
    “Yup.”
    “When they get here, promise me that you won’t go over there and cause more problems.” Sara was worried her sister was going to make a bad situation even worse.
    “If the police do their job and the music is turned off, there’s no reason for me to go over, is there?” Juliet mumbled, with her fingers secretly crossed behind her back. And why were her fingers crossed? Because as soon as she saw the police drive up, she had every intention of going over there at the speed of a just-fired cruise missile. After all, she needed to make sure that her side of the story was heard and her complaint taken seriously.
    At that moment, the kettle on the stove began whistling. “Good. I’m glad you’re being reasonable about this,” Sara said, before disappearing into the kitchen.
    Sara had no sooner left the room when Juliet saw the police cruiser drive up and park in the jerk’s driveway. Rushing out the door, she reached the car just as two burly PEI police officers were getting out. “Hi, I’m the neighbor who called you about the noise.” The music could still be heard going on at full force in the background.
    One of the officers checked his notebook. “You’re Juliet Soma?”
    “Yes, sir, that’s me.”
    “Have you asked your neighbors to turn it down, ma’am?”
    “Yes, I did and he refused. It’s after eleven and I have every right to have this stopped now.” She breathed an inward sigh of relief. Finally, somebody was going to do something about that creep.

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    After his hot bath, Romeo had waddled downstairs and placing several pillows on the couch, he’d positioned himself carefully in the middle of them, relieving some of the pressure off of his sore back. Dressed only in his white terry towel bathrobe and with the alcohol he’d drank earlier to all eviate the pain still coursing through his system, he’d fall en asleep, even with the loud music on - which he was still playing to annoy Juliet.
    The doorbel rang, sounding insistent and breaking into his relaxation. still groggy from sleep, Romeo slipped his feet into a pair of nearby flip-flop sandals. “I’m coming, hang on,” he shouted. Had Tommy, Chace and the girls forgotten their key?
    Shuffling to the front door,