Shay Matthews moved to Boston for a fresh start…new apartment, new job, new routine. After too many years being coddled by her overbearing older brothers, Shay’s ready for some freedom and maybe a nice, easygoing guy. She wasn’t expecting to literally run into the scowling, brooding, (and unfairly smoking hot) guy next door.
Fresh off a haunting undercover assignment, detective Wyatt Daniels is jaded about life, relationships, and especially happily-ever-after. But there’s something about the independent and beautiful Shay that makes him want to dig deeper. Or stay away, which is definitely the smarter option of the two.
But the more Shay tries to convince herself that her sweet building manager, Brady, is the guy for her, the more Mr. Completely Wrong-for-Her Wyatt invades her mind and her heart.
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When he’d swallowed, he answered her with more amusement than he’d felt in a long time. “No. One, she’s engaged. Two, the last thing I want is a girlfriend.”
A one-night stand? Sure. But nothing with strings or access to his heart. Shay considered that and continued to chew as though she were dining with the damn Queen of England.
“That could be a good thing.”
This time he arched his brow. Why the hell did she amuse him so much? Attraction he understood. Anything
else? No thanks.
“Your apartment would probably scare off any potential candidates,” she said.
And again, he laughed. He grabbed them each a soda, cracking the top on hers before passing it.
Wyatt nodded. He liked the sound of her voice. It was soft and sweet. Gentle. She’d make a good audiobook reader. His mother was always listening to those. Wyatt didn’t understand why anyone would listen to nything other than music, but if he was going to listen to someone talk, he liked the way Shay’s words sounded.
“Good thing I’m not looking.”
And because he’d missed seeing the way a woman’s cheeks flushed, he added, “You don’t seem scared.”
Lust twisted low in his stomach when her light skin turned pink. Not a good idea. Incredibly bad idea.
She didn’t back down or shy away. “Because I’m not. Scared…or interested, that is,” she clarified, lifting her chin slightly.
He read liars for a living, but he didn’t have time to call her on it. Plus, it was better she keep telling herself that.
Wyatt cleared his throat and looked at his watch again. “I need to go. The door locks behind you. Obviously if you turn out to be a thief, I know where you live.”
She nodded, her lips forming a pout. “If I tried to be a thief, I’d probably mess it up anyway. I do that a lot lately.”
She looked down at her sandwich, and he wanted to push her to tell him more. Which irritated the hell out of him. He didn’t need to know more.