Sunshine Seeks Roommate

Waylon Dupree loves love. He just doesn't want to be in it right now or anytime soon. But in ten years or so, he's looking forward to landing a badass wife, worshipping her, and poppin' out a couple of little Duprees.

For now, he just needs a roommate—someone dependable, who won't be moving out in a few months because they fell in love like the last two did.

Lyric Sweeney loves dead people. Which is convenient, considering she's a mortician. Spending her day making the recently departed look alive again has also resulted in her having more conversations with them than people who are still on this plane of existence.

So when her best friend suggests she get a new roommate, her reasons why come with undeniable receipts. But does it have to be Waylon? Does it have to be that sort of almost hookup from a year ago who also happens to be her best friend's new man's best friend?

To appease the worried parties, she agrees to see his place. It would have been hard to say no to the chef's kitchen but she would have done it. But when he shows her what will be her own bathroom and tells her she can fill the sunroom with all her plants? Well, every girl has their price.

One awkward conversation later, they've put the past behind them and shake hands on starting fresh. There's just one rule: No hanky panky. Neither of them were very good at following rules though. And forbidden fruit is the sweetest kind. Besides, nothing can go wrong hooking up with your roommate, right?