Life has a funny way of imitating art. I write romance novels, right? So of course Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome would move in next door. Clad in his beautiful suits, with those unfathomable blue eyes and that perfect dark hair. I can’t stop watching him. Of course he’d be mysterious. Of course he’d be a workaholic I rarely see. Of course he’d reduce me to a stalker, paying attention to what he does every day. I know there’s more going on with him than meets the eye. And I know I caught HIS eye that day I wore my tiny bikini to the pool in our complex. I pack a pretty punch in a tiny, Latina package. My jerk ex-husband doesn’t need to know about any of this. Especially not since we’re in an ugly custody battle. Having Jake be my neighbor is good for research purposes only. Yeah. That’s it.