My perfect summer just got ruined by a brunette in a tool belt. - This was my summer to get away from it all. Live like a hermit. Fix up my family's vacation home. Until Ella arrived. - My infuriating neighbor has returned for beach season. Ever since our families bought summer homes next to each other, that was the beginning of our neighbor war. Now I have to see her every. single. day. - When I let it slip that I'm making a few home improvements, she jumps at the chance to help. She's an interior designer who needs work. I'm a man who loathes shopping. Any mention of the words color palette makes me want to break out in hives. Now our on-the-job flirting is veering into dangerous territory. - Because if there's one thing I know, Ella and I are not meant to be together. I'm emotionally unavailable. She's sworn off relationships. And our families hate each other. - I know my future is at stake. But I can't seem to tear myself away from this project . . . or her. So I tell myself: I most definitely will not fall for my neighbor.