The rule was simple. Don’t fall for your roommate. Josie returning to town should’ve been none of my business. She’s tangled up in an old betrayal I spent years trying to bury.
Messy doesn’t even begin to cover it. I told myself to keep my distance — and I meant it. Until she became my roommate. Now she’s everywhere. In my space. In my head.
And the chemistry burning between us is the kind that doesn’t ask permission. I fall first. I fall hard. And when this town starts talking — because it always does — I find I don’t care even a little.
There’s one rule standing between us and everything. We’re about to break it.
