Eli didnt want to notice his bombshell landlord. He was busy fixing his teeth, fixing his life. Their paths crossed only during one of her many trips to their shared laundry room. Stuck up and pretentious, the center of everyones attraction, he was certain the feeling was mutual and she wanted nothing to do with him. Until he woke to find her in his apartment in the middle of the night, furiously rifling his cupboards.
Darby felt oblivious to Elis attention. In fact she didnt even know his name. She wanted nothing more than the peace and serenity of her life, because shed certainly paid a high enough price for it. She didnt remember breaking into Elis apartment, just like she didnt remember all those trips to the laundry room. It wasnt that she enjoyed washing clothes, but what else was she supposed to do with all the blood?
The last thing Eli wanted was to become someones keeper, especially not when his life was finally coming together, but Darby was more than alone, she was vulnerable. When a crisis put her in danger, he decided to be her friend. What was the worst that could happen? Murder, maybe. But certainly not love.
