He's a biker with a conscience he can't turn off. I'm a woman with thirty days before I lose everything I've built.
When Orion Drake sits across from me and says I'll do it, I tell myself it's paperwork. A transaction. A kindness from a man who can't say no to broken things.
I didn't plan to want it to be more.
We share an apartment, a last name, and the careful distance of two people determined not to feel what they're feeling. He learns my language. He learns my recipes. He learns the shape of every silence I use instead of saying what I mean.
And then the world decides to remind us what's at stake — not just my visa, but everything we've quietly, stubbornly, accidentally built.
The arrangement was always temporary.
But what if the only thing more terrifying than losing my home is admitting I've already found it?
