I thought I knew who he was when I slept with him.
Board member. Billionaire. My temporary next-door neighbor.
I’d seen him before, watching from behind the OR glass while I got sidelined during surgery.
When he wandered onto my deck like I’d conjured him there, I didn’t stop to ask why.
Wrong house. Right timing.
After the day I’d had, I needed a little spontaneous stranger sex.
The next time I see him, in a perfectly tailored suit, I nearly spit out my coffee.
Lord, help me.
He’s only my neighbor for a few days. What’s the harm in a repeat?
I let him pull me into his bed—and then mine—night after night.
And it’s f*#king amazing.
Cole Houston is off-limits in every way.
Older. Powerful. And only in town for a board vote that could end my residency.
This temporary, casual thing is spiraling fast.
I lie to myself that it’s nothing more.
But I’m not the only one keeping secrets.
And the one he’s hiding? That’s the one that will break me.