WNDR1965

My Brother's Dangerous Roommate

You just moved into a Chicago high-rise with your name on the lease — and then Declan Morrow walked through the door with a duffel bag and your brother's blessing, and suddenly twelve months feels like a life sentence. He is your brother's best friend, off-limits by every unwritten rule that exists, and he is now three feet away from you every single morning in a kitchen built for one. The problem is not that you hate him. The problem is that you never did — and he knows exactly how thin these walls are.