Just My Type by Faith Walsh

Paige:
At first I thought the new upstairs tenant was only tongue-tied, meeting me for the first time while I was wearing nothing but a towel. I know I was nearly speechless (for once!)—Nico’s six and half feet of fierce sex appeal. But no, he’s quiet all the time, one of those strong, silent types. I see no problem since I’ve got enough words for both of us. Now I just need to convince him that opposites really do attract. And are meant to be together.

Nico:
After years in the service, I’m glad to be settling down in Eden, PA. My plan is simple: put in a good, hard day’s work and go home and put my feet up. I like my solitude, haven’t too much interest in socializing. But Paige Bouchard is almost making me wish I did. She’s gregarious and outgoing, lives life large and joyfully—not at all like me and not at all what I’m attracted to. I should feel nothing, want nothing…but then the image of her in that towel is never far away.