This single dad isn't afraid to roll up his sleeves and get his hands dirty…
The house across the street was supposed to be mine. The plan was already in place, fix it up then re-sell it. All so I would have enough money to move out west to be with my little girl. But then a last-minute bid stole it from under me.
My new neighbor is infuriating. Georgie’s mouthy, full of sass, has legs for days. She’s very good at driving me insane. She knows exactly what buttons to press, as if she took a class in how I operate. I suspect it’s her version of a defense mechanism, but now I’m left with a shattered dream… and a raging hard-on.
I want her. I need her.
I also kinda hate her.
As much as I try to, I can’t keep away.
Georgie’s inexperience of handling power tools is going to bring the house down around her. The least I can do is give her a hand. Show her how it’s done. Flip her over and nail her to the wall.
And once I get a taste, I’m hooked. Snagged on her jagged soul.
Now I’m torn between starting a new life with my daughter or mending Georgie’s bruised heart.
