Damn, the man has the body of a god. Like a real-life statue of David or something. It's unfair that someone so annoying looks so delicious.
Keane and I have been enemies since childhood. He thinks I'm a Goody Two-shoes and I think he's an arrogant a$$hole. Years later nothing's changed except the fact that we're cohabitating in the same apartment along with his sister, who's also my best friend. Even though I'm fighting like hell to keep the city from tearing down the building he wants to replace with a new restaurant, we somehow find ourselves doing the horizontal mambo. Maybe it's the magic of the letter I found in our ancient apartment that predicted I'm going to meet the man of my dreams. Or maybe it's just hormones. But just when I start to buy into us as a couple, someone from his past shows up with a shocking secret that Keane's adamant is untrue. Now I'm questioning if I can really trust the guy who told the entire football team in high school that I still slept with a stuffie at fifteen years old. In my experience, the answer is no.
