I have the neighbor from hell.
The shared wall of our duplex holds no secrets to his wild Las Vegas lifestyle. He’s late nights and pizza for breakfast. I’m early mornings and deadlines. I’ve never met him. I’ve never even seen him. But his dog has delivered the ultimate blow, and I’m forced to confront him.
My neighbor is a buttoned-up priss.
She shows up on my doorstep angry as hell and making demands. Our dogs may have forced us together, but the more I learn, the more I like. As if things weren’t complicated enough, now I find myself falling hard for the girl next door.