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After a drunken promise to his best friend's little sister, Evie, Noah spends the next six years obsessively ensuring she remains single and safe, waiting for the day she'll be his. As Noah rises through the ranks of his security career, he secretly sabotages every relationship Evie tries to have, all while trying his best to stay away.

Evie, unaware of how deep his obsession goes, seeks comfort with him, while trying to bury the crush she’s had on him for years. But as the years pass and their relationship evolves, Noah’s obsession threatens to unravel everything they’ve built—forcing both of them to confront their own morals in order to love unconditionally.

I kept my eyes on her as she walked down the street, her ass swaying as her heels clacked against concrete. Holy shit. Yeah, I needed to get that key.

As soon as she rounded the corner, I moved. I pulled the pen from the side of the clipboard, filling in some of the squares in the fake form I’d printed out to look more professional. If anyone saw it, they’d probably think I was insane. And I probably was, now. Thanks to her.

But for the next thirty minutes, I’d be inspecting the building on behalf of Property & Hazard Inspections Limited. P. H. I. L. That’s at least what my form said. And the form was official. So I was official.

Mrs. Georgina Dover ended up as the name at the top of the form.

I didn’t know her last name yet, but it didn’t matter. I could imagine her with mine for the time being.

Civil status: married. Not technically true, but who cared?

I continued scribbling a few more notes as I moved through the lobby, looking up toward beams and staircases and stomping the floor a few times every time I scribbled down another note. The last one was about her wild hair, and I attempted to draw it draped across a pillow…but it looked more like a brick on fire.

“Can I help you with something, sir?” A woman walked up to me, her hands knitted in front of her abdomen with a worried look on her face.

“Oh, yes, perfect,” I said, pointing at the beams and then tapping my pen at the nonsensical form. “I need to get to the fourth floor to check some maintenance stuff on the beams.”

“Are you, um, did someone call you, or?” She looked at me, her eyes wide and probably slightly worried.

So I put on my best grin and shrugged with one shoulder. “I have as little information as you do,” I told her, flicking the board around quickly to emphasize my point. “Probably less. They barely told me where to park.”

When she just stared up at me like I was a huge question mark, I turned the form around again and said, “I got this form passed to my desk this morning, and that brick drawing? I think it’s on fire or something? So I should probably get there as fast as I can.”

“Of course,” she replied, clearing her throat. “I’ll get you a guest card.”