Derek

My new neighbor was going to be the death of me. Late nights, early mornings, and her out-of-control dog digging up my yard. The peace and quiet I’d had for years was gone with one SOLD sign and a moving truck. 

But that wasn’t even the worst of it. Oh, no. The biggest problem I had with my new neighbor was those tiny shorts that hugged her curves and made my mouth water. Those shorts were the reason I kept my distance. 

I was either going to strangle her or claim her. 

Chelsea

I should have asked around before I bought my new house. I would have found out I was moving in next door to the most uptight man in my small town. A man who thought it should be lights out at eight, and silence for a full twelve hours. 

Not all of us had no life, buddy. 

After yet another note on my door threatening to call the cops, I decided to pay my new neighbor a visit. I didn’t expect to find his son sitting on the porch. Alone. Locked out and scared. 

Or for my heart to squeeze so painfully when he accepted my offer of a cookie and a place to wait until his dad to got home. 

Maybe I was too quick to judge. Because a kid so sweet couldn’t possibly come from a man who was so rude. Or maybe there was more to the single dad next door.