My new neighbor is a complete jerk.
A tall, brooding, tattooed jerk.
I tried to be nice, bake some cupcakes for him and his adorable daughter, and the only reaction I could come up with to his ice-cold reception was to shove those pink cupcakes right into his muscular chest.
In my defense, it was a rough week.
Being back in Seattle for the first time in years was hard enough, the fact that I was there for the dispersal of my father’s will made it even harder.
I had no intention of staying, until I got a football stadium-sized surprise as my dad’s final gift to me.
No … really.
He left me a football team.
It’s how I found myself in a conference room, staring down the veteran quarterback who wants nothing to do with a new owner.
And that quarterback?
It’s my tall, brooding, tattooed jerk of a neighbor.
Now he’s everywhere.
Next door with his daughter.
In meetings.
Don’t even get me started on away games.
Luke Pierson is under my skin, and pretty soon, I’m not sure I want it any other way.
