Sweet deal.
Until a gorgeous man unlocks the front door and strolls right in with a grumpy attitude and a claim that his boss—who happens to be Sean’s brother-in-law—promised him the same apartment.
Former NYPD detective Tristan McDermott hasn’t stopped running since the death of his best friend. After almost two years of living in his own personal hell, he returns home to New York, hoping he can move on, but guilt still follows his every step. He’s grateful to have the perfect apartment until he can settle into a place of his own. But there’s a cute guy already living there. And only one bedroom. And no way is Tristan leaving. He’s staying put.
Sharing the space is tough, but Tristan can ignore sweet Sean and his sunshiny smiles.
Kind of.
Except Sean’s brother-in-law asks Tristan to keep an eye on Sean so he doesn’t make any bad decisions.
Uh oh.
Keeping an eye on Sean is easy. Keeping his hands off him is much, much harder.
And sleeping together…well, that isn’t a bad decision. Not when it feels so good.
Right?
From Lambda Literary award winning author Felice Stevens comes the story of a grumpy, green juice-drinking ex-detective running from the past and a sunshiney singing waiter who can’t catch a break. It features a meet-cute, only one bed, learning to trust, and a surprise lap dance.
“You must have money saved. I’m sure you can afford a better place than this.”
“I do, but I don’t want to rent. I want to buy. And I’m not a spur-of-the-moment kind of guy. I don’t even know where I’d want to live. Plus, I don’t start work for a month or so. I came early to make sure I’d have enough time to find the place I want. I didn’t plan on this inconvenience.” He waved his hand.
“Well, what seems like merely an inconvenience for you is one step away from me being homeless.” With a glum face, Sean sank onto the couch. “Not only have I lost my apartment, but my sleazebag of a boss fired me. I don’t even have a job anymore. I’m so desperate, I’m about to go panhandle on the sidewalk. All the so-called friends I always helped couldn’t be bothered to do the same for me.”
Sean propped his chin in his hand and stared off with a frown. While Tristan felt sorry for him, Sean’s money problems weren’t his concern. Then he saw the large dark bruise on Sean’s arm where he’d grabbed him the night before, and remorse filled his chest.
Shit.
“Maybe your sister is right. We could share the place.”
Did he just say that?
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Sounds really great
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