A neighborly invitation

“My, my, my. Is Daniel Anthony losing his abundant charm?” Sandra Anthony quipped from where she stood under the shade that the front porch provided, shading her eyes and watching him water the garden plants. She had also been watching a few minutes ago, as he tried to converse with the new neighbor and had gotten snubbed for his efforts. It was a refreshing sight to behold, and she was laughing a little as she teased him about it, thinking that it was a little callous of her, but enjoying herself immensely, nonetheless.

“Watch your tongue, woman, or you’re going to be really, really sorry. What on earth do you mean by the comment you just made?” Dan asked her, furrowing his brows in mock anger, but that only made her laugh harder.

“Well, it’s not every day that one gets to see Almighty Mr. Handsome Playboy get turned down by a woman … for the second time.”

“Now, you’re really asking for it. You had better behave, otherwise, if I put down this watering can, you’re going to be really so