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.