The Houseguest Rule

My best friend found me a spare room. He forgot to mention his older brother would become my biggest problem.

I’m twenty-nine, I run my own kitchen-installation business, and I can handle a delayed apartment. Six weeks in David Turner’s guest room should be simple.

Then he opens the door.

Forty-eight. Divorced. Broad shoulders, silver at his temples, and reading glasses that ought to come with a warning. David writes our houseguest agreement on a legal pad. I draw a duck under my signature.

We’re going to get along just fine.

Especially once I offer to renovate his disastrous kitchen—and discover how closely he watches me work.

David has one rule: nothing happens under his roof while I’m his guest. He wants to be certain I can say no. I’m considerably more interested in showing him how much I want to say yes.

Soon we’re sharing late-night kisses, terrible breakfasts, and a bed neither of us wants to leave. My best friend knows nothing. My move-out date keeps getting closer. And somewhere between tearing out the cabinets and falling asleep against David’s chest, temporary starts feeling like the one thing I can’t bear.

But David is keeping something from me.

And when it comes out, we’ll have to decide whether what we’ve built can survive the truth.

The Houseguest Rule is a standalone, high-heat best friend’s brother MM romance featuring a nineteen-year age gap, forced proximity, sharp banter, tender aftercare, and a happily ever after.