When your best friend is a contract killer, you get good at keeping secrets. Just don’t fall in love with him. Because it turns out, hitmen can keep secrets too…
I was a girl in trouble.
He was the keep-to-himself, mysterious man next door.
Until one night he became my savior, and I didn’t even know the extent of it then.
Now, four years later, he’s my best friend, my roommate, my protector. I keep his secrets close to the vest. He keeps our physical boundaries in check.
One. Day.
All it takes is one day for secrets to start spilling over, putting us both in danger. He thinks I can’t handle his deepest, darkest secret yet.
I know he can’t handle mine.