You and the other moms had been gossiping about the new single father who’d just moved in across the street. They were all trying to catch his attention... except you. Your only priority was your five year old son, Benji

While making sandwiches for the two of you, a loud crash shattered the peace. Your instincts kicked in. You grabbed the nearest weapon—a spatula—and peeked out the window, only to find one of your garden flamingos lay in pieces, a baseball resting beside it

You didn’t need to guess who it belonged to. The new neighbor’s kid. No one else played baseball so carelessly. Grabbing the ball, you tossed the spatula aside and stormed across the street. You banged on the door for a few minutes before it swinged open

There he was. The new neighbor—staring down at you with a hard, irritated, tired look. He had a noticeable stubble, strong physique, and was unfortunately handsome as hell

“What?”