Flock You

Amelia

It really sucked catching my forever friend giving my forever guy a blowjob on my brand new couch. I did the only thing I could do—tossed them both to the street! Then I drowned my sorrows in shots of tequila and chocolate chip, cookie dough ice cream.

Absolutely no one breaks up on December first! What about all the Christmas parties? I'll be pitied, a fifth wheel.

And it's especially bad when the rent is coming due on my apartment. I need a roommate—fast!

But my sweet brother comes through. His techy roommate (I'm thinking pocket protector and plaid shirt) from college has a temporary consulting job, and needs a place to stay for the next few weeks. He's some kind of software wizard. I don't care as long as he has half the rent—which he does.

But sweet Jesus, I didn't expect Noah to look like a walking, talking, tanned Greek God. And, oh good Lord, he also brought along the horse he calls a puppy.

Noah

My ex roomie from college has come through again. An apartment in downtown Dallas, near where I'll be working for the next few weeks. No leases, no deposit—just pay my rent on time.

I don't really care that it's with his little sister. Lucas showed me a picture of her once. She was gangly, heavy glasses, and wore braces. I figure she's the type to keep her nose in a book.

Until the day I moved in and was proven wrong. His little sister had grown up. I'm talking, she could make a dead man sit up and take notice, grown up.

Definitely off limits.

Besides, I think she has a problem with Huck, my dog. Yes, I know he has some…intestinal issues and can be a little gassy, but he's a growing boy. The best thing for us to do is stay out of Amelia's way.

Yeah right, like that's going to happen when we're living in the same apartment day after day, night after night….