TWO“OF ALL THE insufferable clods to have move in next door,” Genna grumbled to herself as she settled on her lounge chair. She fluffed the pillow under her sore ankle, arranged the ice pack just so, then carefully eased her foot onto the pile. Leaning back on the smoke-blue flowered cushion, she adjusted her bikini top and picked up her book.“I can’t believe the nerve of that guy. Just walking into my house as big as life,” she muttered after reading three sentences. As big as life. That phrase conjured up a memory of mile-wide shoulders and rippling muscles. She frowned. “So he’s decent looking. So what?”… sparkling ice-blue eyes, a wry, quirking mouth …“Okay. Gorgeous. Big deal.”Three more sentences passed before her eyes.“Arrogant doesn’t even begin to describe him.”… humor in his eyes. Humor at what? Her? Himself? The folly of life?She let the book in her hand dangle down near the red brick of her tiny patio. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had flustered her as badly as J.
