Irritable

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Locker, Joanne

Irritable

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Chapter One

Cleve got out of bed, pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, slid his
feet into his slippers, marched through the condo, picked up his keys from the
table beside the front door and let himself outside. As much as he paid
for this place, he should be able to get a good night's sleep! Either
there was absolutely no soundproofing between his bedroom wall and the condo
next door, or the woman next door was deaf and turned her music on 'blast' in
order to hear it. Whatever the reason, he needed to sleep, and he wasn't
going to tolerate that kind of noise. He pounded on her door, knowing
full well she wouldn't hear the doorbell if he pushed the button.

The
door opened suddenly, and the female earned a frown from Cleve for not
bothering to ask who was on the other side before opening the door, but then
again, if the former owner of his condo was to be believed, the woman was so
nasty to everyone that people left her alone! "What?" she snarled, giving
him a look of complete irritation.

Cleve
looked at her in disapproval. She could be pretty if she wanted to be,
but with her hair pulled up into one of those
scrunchie
things on top of her head, and wearing sweats that didn't match and were
stained, the thirtyish woman looked like crap. "You didn't have this door
locked, did you?" he growled.

"And
your point is?" she snapped.

"My
point is that you didn't ask who was on the other side, Miss, and that could
prove dangerous." Didn't she read the newspaper or watch the news on
television?

"I
don't have x-ray vision," she said tartly. "I assume you aren't going
around knocking on people's doors to see if they are locked?" she glared at
him. "So what the hell do you want? I don't have a cup of sugar to
loan, or coffee, or anything else you might need, and I don't like being
bothered. I'm not the neighborly type." Her voice would freeze
boiling water in an instant.

"I
don't like listening to your music when I am trying to sleep. Turn it
down now," Cleve didn't mince words. He didn't smile, didn't look away
from her gaze, and, in short, did his very best to intimidate the very hell out
of the tiny woman. It was called 'presence', and he was an expert.

"It
sounds like you have a problem, then. I listen to music when I work, and
I am working. I suggest you move your bedroom upstairs if you don't like
my taste in music."

"I am
not moving my bedroom. You are going to turn down your music," he said
forcefully.

"No, I
am not!" she stepped forward to show him his tactics weren't working. The
woman was pure ice, through and through.

"Yes,
you are. Right now!" Cleve didn't back down... not from anyone. He
never had and never would, and someone needed to take this foolish little woman
over a knee and paddle some sense into her!

"Oh
dear, are you going to call the cops to deal with the nasty little neighbor
lady?" she taunted him.

"I AM
a cop, Miss," he stated calmly, reminding himself of the nineteen years he had
on the force... And of how many times during those years he'd been called out
to deal with a situation like this. However, the uniform did seem to earn
a bit of cooperation from most people, and standing here in sweats and a tee
shirt left a lot to be desired when compared to the uniform he seldom wore
these days.

"Yeah,
right, and I am an opera singer!" she snorted in obvious disbelief. "Get
your butt out of here, and stuff your ears with cotton. I am not turning
down my music for you or anyone else, buster!"

She
had her hands on her hips, daring him to do something about the situation, and
Cleve never could resist a dare. It was one of his biggest flaws.
He picked her up with two hands on either side of her surprisingly tiny waist,
set her aside, marched through her house and into the equivalent of his
bedroom, but in her condo the space was used as a home office. He went to
the stereo, pulled the plug, and was greeted with blessed silence. He
also wasn't stupid; he knew she'd simply plug it in again as soon as he left,
so he removed the cord from the stereo and headed for the front door to let
himself outside.

"Just
what are you doing?" she moved to block his exit from the room, her hands on
her hips as she glared at him. Her red hair was practically standing on
end, and he was reminded of Pebbles Flintstone as he saw the way her hair
bobbed on top of her head. Her green eyes were full of fury, and her
cheeks stained red with anger. "You are NOT stealing the electrical cord
to my stereo!"

"I'll
return it in the morning, once you've had time to calm down and realize you're
lucky I didn't write you a citation." Cleve was doing his best to stay
'professional'.

"If
you take that cord out of my home, I will call the cops and have you arrested
for stealing! I'll take it to the top person if I have to! I'll see
you behind bars!" she threatened.

"Go
right ahead. I'll be in my office at seven o'clock sharp." Cleve
reached out and put his hands on her waist and moved her aside once more.
He headed for the front door, and then turned around and said quietly, his dark
eyes full of promise, "Do not make the mistake of pushing me further tonight,
Miss. I pride myself on my self-control, but if you deliberately start
making any more racket over here, I'll come back and turn you over my knee and
give you the spanking you're begging for!" Her mouth dropped open in
shock and he closed the door behind him and went back to his condo. In
less than five minutes, Cleve was sound asleep.

*****

Kelsey
was not in a good mood and it showed. People moved out of her way as the
redhead marched down the sidewalk and stopped in front of the Police
Station. She had a scowl on her face and was determined to deal with her
new neighbor in a manner he wouldn't soon forget. He'd threatened her
person and he stole the power cord from her stereo. Kelsey wasn't used to
anyone standing up to her, but more than that, she was going to prove to the
man that he could not threaten her and get away with it. There were laws
against claiming to be a cop, too, and she was positive the real cops wouldn't
be pleased to know a bully like him was claiming to be a part of their
department.

She
marched to the desk and said, "I want to see the person in charge."

"Chief
Blankenship..?" the uniformed man questioned, looking her up and down.

"If
Chief Blankenship is the person in charge, then, yes, that is the one I wish to
speak to."

"Take
the elevator up to the third floor. Officer Lucia will assist you; I
don't know the Chief's schedule today, but you might need to make an
appointment and come back if he's busy."

Kelsey's
green eyes flashed angrily. "I will not be put off. I have a busy
schedule, too, and my time is just as valuable as his! He will see me and
that is final! I pay the taxes that pay his salary!"

"Well,
Miss, you're wasting your time standing here sassing at me. Go and talk
to Officer Lucia, and she'll help you if she can." The man was completely
unperturbed by her rude behavior.

"And
you can't call your Chief on the telephone and see if he is in?" Kelsey
demanded in exasperation, her irritability making her voice sharp.

"No,
Miss. That isn't my job. Now please move on; there are other people
waiting their turn." The look in his eyes told her he wasn't going to try
and placate her.

"Thanks
for nothing at all!" Kelsey snapped at the man, and then stomped toward the
elevator.

"I
sure would love to see that little gal pull that sassy attitude on the Chief,"
he muttered under his breath as he watched her walk toward the elevator.
She slapped the up button as hard as possible, and then tapped her toe
impatiently while she waited for the elevator, completely oblivious that people
were staring at her and shaking their heads in disapproval. Deciding that
the irritable woman was the Chief's problem, the officer turned his attention
to the next person.

Kelsey
glared at the two detectives who entered the elevator at the second floor and
rode up with her. They pretended to ignore her, but both were hoping they
didn't have to deal with the irate female. Kelsey stomped off ahead of
them and looked for Officer Lucia's desk. She spotted it immediately and the
pretty young woman looked up at her with a questioning smile. "May I help
you?" she asked in a pleasant tone of voice.

"I am
here to speak to Chief Blankenship, and I do not want to hear any excuses as to
why he can't see me right now. My time is as valuable to me as his is to
him. Do what you have to do, but I expect to be seen in a timely manner."

Chief
Blankenship is in a meeting right now, ma'am. If you would give me your
name...?"

"You
do not need my name just so the all-important man can decide if I am important
enough to waste his precious time talking to me. I do not believe he is
in a meeting either. Now which office is his?" Kelsey looked around, and
finally settled on the most likely one. Before she could take a couple of
steps, Officer Lucia was standing in front of her, the friendly smile wiped off
her face.

"The
Chief is in a meeting, ma'am. If you wish to see him, you will have to
give me your name so I can inform him you are here, and then you will take a
seat and wait until he is free."

"Get
out of my way!" Kelsey said in indignation.

"Ma'am,
I am not going to tell you again," the other woman warned. "We have
procedures to follow in this office."

"What
is the problem out here?" a deep voice called out, and Kelsey whirled to find
her nemesis standing there, looking at her in a combination of exasperation and
amusement!

"You!"
she screeched, startled to see her neighbor standing there. He had indeed
been in a meeting. She recognized the Mayor and Assistant Mayor from
seeing their pictures in the paper. They made their way to the elevator,
obviously in a hurry to get to their next scheduled appointment for the day.

"You're
late by at least an hour, Pebbles," Cleve stated as he looked at his
watch.

"Pebbles?"
Kelsey looked at him, wondering if he'd taken leave of his senses.

"Pebbles
Flintstone. You wear your hair like hers," Cleave grinned when her green
eyes filled with fire, and then he said, "I expected you here at seven o'clock
on the dot."

"You
certainly didn't expect me to actually BELIEVE you were telling me the truth
about being a cop, did you?" Kelsey demanded furiously. "Of course, MOST
cops are bullies, so I should have known."

"And
most redheads have hell's own temper," Cleve retaliated, aware that his
detectives were taking a keen interest in the show they were putting on.
"Come with me, young lady, and we'll talk about this in private." He
would love to have that talk with her lying face-down across his lap while he
was applying his hand to her saucy bottom!

"I
don't have anything to say to you that I cannot say in front of everyone here,"
Kelsey informed him, turning her chin up in pure stubbornness. "You stole
the electrical cord for my stereo, and you made threats against my
person. I want to file charges." She felt a momentary sense of
satisfaction as his dark eyes widened in disbelief. She would show him
that he couldn't hide behind his badge and threaten innocent women.