A burst pipe. A ruined apartment. And a midnight run to the one man I’m strictly forbidden to touch.
When my living room ceiling decides to turn into a waterfall at midnight, my best friend offers the perfect crash at her older brother’s luxury loft while he’s pulling a grueling double shift. He’ll never even know I’m there.
Except Detective Malakai's shift gets cut short.
I wake up at two in the morning to six-foot-four of tatted, broad-shouldered alpha cop looming over his bed. And thanks to a malfunctioning bath towel, I’m completely naked against his rigid tactical gear.
I expect him to be furious. Instead, the look in Mal’s dark eyes is completely feral.
He doesn't care about the broken friend code. He doesn't care that I've been secretly starving for him for years. He just clamps his massive hands onto my hips and stakes his claim.
My apartment is a memory. My lease is being broken. And Malakai just made it crystal I live with him now.