She color-codes her life. She can’t even find clean socks When a neat-freak property manager and a flailing indie musician are forced to share a one-bedroom apartment, chaos comes standard—and feelings are strictly off-limits. Piper Trammell is thirty, single, and deeply allergic to drama. So when her ex-roommate bails mid-lease, Piper’s only option is to sublet the spot to the one person guaranteed to unravel her sanity: Drew Calder—a once-famous singer-songwriter turned walking mess with a track record of unfinished songs and even less finished laundry. Now stuck in close quarters with a charming disaster who writes lyrics at 2...
She color-codes her life. She can’t even find clean socks When a neat-freak property manager and a flailing indie musician are forced to share a one-bedroom apartment, chaos comes standard—and feelings are strictly off-limits. Piper Trammell is thirty, single, and deeply allergic to drama. So when her ex-roommate bails mid-lease, Piper’s only option is to sublet the spot to the one person guaranteed to unravel her sanity: Drew Calder—a once-famous singer-songwriter turned walking mess with a track record of unfinished songs and even less finished laundry. Now stuck in close quarters with a charming disaster who writes lyrics at 2 a.m. and steals her oat milk, Piper is determined to keep things strictly civil. Drew, on the other hand, thinks rules are more of a suggestion—and that Piper might need someone to remind her what fun feels like. But when a song goes viral, a broken lease looms, and one very nosy orange tabby keeps climbing into both their beds, the lines between convenience and connection get dangerously fuzzy.
