Exception: Haven Point, Book 2

He's arrogant.
Loud.
Rude.
And to make matters worse, he looks good doing it-too good.

Joey DeLuca should have been nothing but a maddening memory, a blip on my radar during my three month sabbatical in my small hometown while I get back on my feet.

My time back home was supposed to be simple. Easy. Fast.

But he's everywhere I go, invading my thoughts, and stealing my attention.

Is it possible to hate the same person I can't get enough of?

Is there really an exception to every rule?