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For some fun, a snippet from The Troublemaker Next Door.

The door opened in front of her, and she blinked at a sleepy-eyed stranger wearing nothing more than tan shorts and a smile. “Well, hello there.”

The clear charm earned a smile from her, even though she still hated men. She could hate an entire gender and appreciate a work of art, though, couldn’t she? He probably wasn’t a McCauley, unless this one was a honey haired throwback. His hair stuck up in places indicating a good case of bed-head. Amber eyes full of laughter and speculation teased her to enjoy the moment. She didn’t know why, but his good mood seemed infectious.

“I just wanted to thank Mike and Flynn for the plumbing work yesterday. I don’t want to inter—” He’d dragged her into the house before she could finish. “—rupt.”

“Just wait here. I’ll be right back.” He tore off down a hallway past the living room that looked like a bomb had hit it. Pizza boxes, soda cans, beer bottles and peanut shells littered every available table and parts of the floor. Underneath the mess, she sensed the potential for a really nice house. But stereotypical man furniture took up too much space.

A brown recliner, leather couch, and tan curtains accented with, gee, brown trim, cluttered the busy living room. Not to be outdone, the big screen television sat on the far wall, detracting from the focal point of the room, which should have been a gorgeous stone fireplace.

Just then, a groan shook a blanket, a few cans and a pizza box that fell off the lump on the sofa. She hadn’t noticed the hand dangling from the couch until now. To her shock, a man unfolded from the furniture.

No, not a man, a disheveled Adonis who blinked at her in shock. He wore nothing but a pair of low riding boxer briefs. Every ridge of muscle in his abdomen and chest flexed as he took in a breath. Then he raised his hands to wipe his eyes, and she tried not to gape when his arms bunched and his biceps begged her to touch.

“Maddie?”

Flynn McCauley looked even better half naked than he had wearing jeans and a tee-shirt. She tried really hard to remember how much she hated men. Just when she thought she could say something without sounding too out of breath, Colin McCauley walked through the living room looking barely awake. He wore Spiderman underpants and rubbed his eyes, reminding her so much of Flynn that she smiled.

“Hi, Colin.”

He stopped under the archway to the kitchen, turned to stare at her, and screamed, “Girrlllllll.” Shrieking, he raced back the way he’d come, running with one hand covering his tiny butt.

Deep voices sounded from the back rooms. What sounded like Mike and the guy from the front door.

“Sorry about that. He’s in an anti-girl phase. We keep telling him it’ll pass.” Flynn hadn’t blinked yet. “Guess I should go put something on.”

Not on my account. “Oh, right. I’m really sorry to bother you. But it’s noon, so I didn’t think—”

“Noon?”

“Yeah.” And she thought she’d slept in. “Rough night?”

He glanced around him and frowned. “I guess. Man, when Mike sees this, he’s going to shit a brick.” He looked back at her and flushed.

Good Lord, could the man be any more attractive?