Adele Fields says it's hers. My contract says otherwise.
Now we're cohabiting enemies in a crumbling estate-with one bed that doesn't squeak and tension that definitely does. She's infuriating. Untamed. Addictive. And I'm falling for her faster than a glass of wine on a slanted table.
But then a man shows up. One she clearly hates. One I know too well.
Turns out, we're both being played. And I walked right into the trap.
Now she thinks I betrayed her. I want to tell her she's the only thing that's ever mattered.
But before I can tell her the truth... I'm bleeding on the floor, praying I get the chance.