Will Baker was a jerk. A chiseled, green-eyed, hypnotizingly delicious jerk. And like a bad penny, he just kept showing up. Crashed my bike? There he was. Flat tire? One more time. And yet he thought I was the one stalking him. Seriously. How paranoid can one grump be? But the more I got know my intense new neighbor, the more his hard shell cracked, revealing a soulful man starved for affection...
They call me every name in the book, and every one is true. Violent. Criminal. Bad news. And if they're lucky, I'll take my anger out on a punching bag instead their faces. If they're lucky. Then I meet her. Sophisticated. Successful. More culture in her finger than I have in my entire body. She says I have more to offer the world than my fists. She says I can pick my own direction instead of...