Rule number one: Stop staring at my sexy new neighbor.
I couldn’t help it. When someone looked as good as she did, it was hard not to stare.
Rule number two: Do not sleep with my new sexy neighbor.
What can I say? Self-control wasn’t one of my strongest suits.
Rule number three: Do not, under any circumstances, fall for my new sexy neighbor.
Emilia Gallo was damaged. A woman with a heart shattered into a million tiny pieces.
She moved to Venice Beach to start a new life. A life where her career came first, and men were off-limits. But the sexual chemistry between us was undeniable. I knew it, and she knew it.
It happened—more than once.
Now, I found myself in a complicated situation.
Was I ready to fight this war? Was I brave enough to go down the rigid road I swore I never would?