In which you become the neighbour of the scary man next door.

The rent was cheap for a reason.

When money runs out and options disappear, you move into the only apartment you can afford: a crumbling building in one of the city’s roughest districts, where the hallway lights barely work and everyone knows better than to ask what happens after midnight.

You tell yourself it’s temporary.

Then you meet the man next door.

Jax Mercer is tall, infuriatingly attractive, and entirely too amused by your existence.

He comes home at strange hours.

He knows how to bypass every lock you install.

He owns things no man living in that apartment building should be able to afford.

And every time you ask what he does for work, he gives you a different answer.

Security consultant.

Night courier.

Pest control.

He’s obviously lying.

What you don’t know is that Jax makes his living solving problems for people who don’t call the police.

Permanently.

To him, his broke new neighbor should be nothing more than entertainment.

Someone to tease.

Someone whose terrible security gives him something to complain about.

Someone who has absolutely no business walking home alone in his neighborhood after dark.

But somewhere between broken locks, midnight arguments, suspicious disappearances, and groceries that mysteriously keep appearing outside your door...

Jax stops treating you like a neighbor.

And starts treating you like something that belongs under his protection.

The most dangerous man in the building lives right next door.

Unfortunately for everyone else...

he’s beginning to care who knocks on your door