I lost a fight with a couch on moving day. He watched the whole thing from his balcony, watering can in hand, laughing like it was the best show in town.
That should have been the end of it. A stranger. A courtyard. Forty feet of distance neither of us was supposed to cross.
Instead we started talking. Every night. Notes on the wind, phones propped against railings, a whole building running odds on how long it would take us to admit what everyone else already knew.
He's older. Twice divorced. The kind of steady, patient man who names his tomato plants and still undoes me with one look across an empty courtyard.
I promised myself no distractions. No falling for the guarded biker across the way, no matter how safe I feel every time he says my name.
But some rules were made to be broken quietly, one conversation at a time.
What happens when the only thing keeping us apart finally lifts?
Genre: Romantic Suspense
That should have been the end of it. A stranger. A courtyard. Forty feet of distance neither of us was supposed to cross.
Instead we started talking. Every night. Notes on the wind, phones propped against railings, a whole building running odds on how long it would take us to admit what everyone else already knew.
He's older. Twice divorced. The kind of steady, patient man who names his tomato plants and still undoes me with one look across an empty courtyard.
I promised myself no distractions. No falling for the guarded biker across the way, no matter how safe I feel every time he says my name.
But some rules were made to be broken quietly, one conversation at a time.
What happens when the only thing keeping us apart finally lifts?
Genre: Romantic Suspense