He’s the last guy on earth I’d expect to live with.
But we’re both desperate for a roommate–so how bad could it be?
At first glance, my new roommate and I have nothing in common. I’m shy; he’s cocky. I’m careful; he’s daring. I’ve never left this city and he just got back from the Sahara.
But we have one crucial thing in common: we both need a roommate fast, or we’re screwed.
So he’s a blessing. A tall, broad-shouldered, maddening blessing.
I can make this work. I can handle his teasing and hot glances. And I can grit my teeth and pretend I’m not crushing like crazy.
He’s only here for the room. I need to remember that. As for the rest… he must be toying with me.