She was everything he never knew he needed. He was everything she avoided.
It’s not the first time I’ve been called a stalker. I can’t blame Andrew Christiansen for thinking I am, since we keep crossing paths, especially when I pop up in the most unexpected of places - his office.
We’re opposites in every way. Not the kind that attract. I’ve been called a ray of sunshine. He’s been called a grumpy workaholic that needs an attitude adjustment. By me. Somehow, we become friends - the teasing, flirting, and kissing kind. But this thing blooming between us threatens to turn this relationship from friends-to-lovers into a full-blown office romance. That’s the least of my worries because one or two little - okay, big - secrets I’ve been keeping may turn him from the one I want into the one I can’t have.