Oh my gosh.
The three most obnoxious, unbearable, infuriating men to ever roam the earth now live next door to me. And all these ex-Marines want to do is party. On a Sunday night.
Well, not on my watch. I’m starting a brand-new job on Monday, and I need to bring my A-game, which means I need sleep. Also, our neighborhood has strict rules: no loud music after 9 p.m.
I’m a stickler for rules, so I plan to handle this myself, by any means necessary.
They’re as hot as they are stubborn, but they haven’t met a bigger killjoy and party-pooper than me.
