by Olivette Devaux
I’m Wyatt and I love Jack, but our story ain't your run-of-the-mill romance. I rapelled down to his bedroom to burgle him, not fall in love with him. I fell for him with an all-consuming, obsessive passion burning down all decent boundaries.
But Jack harbors secrets of his own - grief over his murdered sister, attachment to legal procedures... we're like ying and yang. What could go wrong?