I'm Wyatt and I love Jack, but our story ain't your run-of-the-mill romance. When I rapelled down Jack Azurri's building and entered his bedroom window, the plan was to burgle him, not fall in love with him. I fell for him as he lay asleep in his bed with an all-consuming, obsessive passion that burned down all decent boundaries.
But Jack harbors secrets of his own. Unresolved grief over his sister, a suspected murder, and a curious attachment to doing things all right and legal... for a change.
We're like oil and water, ying and yang. A match made in Heaven. What could go wrong?
DISCLAIMER: hot men in adult situiations, angst, and mortifying embarrassment.