He started our war–I intend to finish it.
Buying a house in the suburbs was supposed to be low stress—my own little haven to decorate and landscape exactly how I want. Instead, I find myself locking my garbage can to keep pests out–pests that are six-foot-one, green-eyed, and far too good-looking.
My trespassing neighbor is rude and entitled. It isn't long before war is declared, and I find myself stooping to immature pranks.
When trouble lands at my door, my unlikely neighbor starts knocking on my heart. Am I ready to answer?
I will win no matter what it takes.
I moved to this neighborhood for a fresh start. The one thing I'm not looking for is a relationship. So, when I mistakenly assume my neighbor is hitting on me, I lash out at her.
I didn't mean to start the war, but now she taunts me from across the street. Our harmless pranks have become the highlight of my day. I should stay away–but I can't. I want to spend more time with her.
When a stalker begins sending Kylie a series of notes, I'm only too willing to help protect her.
Maybe I'm looking for a relationship, after all.