New town, new start. At least, that's what I hope. As a single mom to two kids, fresh starts are hard to come by. I'm determined to make the most of this one.
If anything, my messy divorce showed me what I'm truly made of. So when the apartment I rent ends up having lots of problems--not including being smack dab between a weed dealer and a tattooed guy who's part of a motorcycle club--I'm not going to take it lying down. My kids deserve a good place to live after all we've been through. I call up the landlord and give him a piece of my mind.
Imagine my surprise when it turns out to be the hot tattooed guy from next door...