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. Was I ready to answer?
