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Brilliant leaves and crisp clean air aren't the only things to blow into Meredith McCoy's quiet neighborhood. But when her tranquil autumn morning is shattered by the noise and belching exhaust of a small engine, she and her sexy new neighbor clash. It looks like the old adage, fences make better neighbors, is actually true. Or is it?
Perhaps there's some common leaf-strewn ground to be found for these two after all.
Tearing the top of the bag apart, Meredith hugged it to her chest then proceeded to pace around the kitchen, eating one pretzel after another as she rounded her little butcher block in the middle of the room. She was eating salty snacks and doing laps in her kitchen—and slowing every time she passed the window above the sink so she could watch Garrett as he cleaned up his mess outside.
He must think she’s insane. He’d moved in two months ago and she hadn’t spoken one word to him—until today. Then she came off as completely hostile. Meredith groaned. Bet he thinks she’s got a major case of PMS. No way could she come right out and deny it!
Another loop, another brooding sigh, another pretzel munched as she watched the muscles in his arms bulge, his firm buttocks flex, his dark hair stir in the nippy wind. He had a great profile. The little jag in his nose hinted at a bad boy past. There were so many questions she wanted to ask. So many details to be pried out of him but she’d blown her opportunity by blowing her top.
The kettle exploded with a shrill whistle and Meredith jumped, scattering pretzels all over the floor around her. She ran to shut off the burner, tossing what was left in the bag onto the counter on the way.
Pouring out the hot water, she started thinking perhaps she should offer Garrett something. To drink, she clarified impatiently. She had coffee, tea, cocoa, diet soda. It was the neighborly thing to do. Call it an olive branch, if you will.
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I write stories I like to read--contemporary romances with identifiable characters and themes. Life is hard. Love makes it bearable. If you enjoy stories with heat and humor, I have a title for you.
I'm a pampered wife, lucky mom to three amazing sons and one wonderful daughter-in-law, and I recently became a very young grandma. I should probably underline the word very. Oh heck, why not the word young too? Nah, you get the picture. I'm also the daily monitor of one naughty dog with attitude.