Will Baker was a jerk.
A chiseled, green-eyed, hypnotizingly delicious jerk.
And like a bad penny, he just kept showing up.
Crashed my bike? There he was.
Flat tire? One more time.
And yet he thought I was the one stalking him.
Seriously. How paranoid do you have to be?
But the more I got know my intense new neighbor, the more his hard shell cracked, revealing a soulful man starved for affection.
A man whose secrets were eating him alive.
Just like mine.
He was broken. I was broken.
But together we seemed whole.
Maybe, just maybe, we could fix each other.
If our secrets didn’t break us first.