With an accounting degree that’s getting her nowhere, Chloe Malinski spends her nights waitressing and her days housesitting in a neighborhood that’s infinitely beyond her reach or comfort zone. But she knows all too well that no one wants a pauper in their mansion, so she’s gotten good – maybe a little too good – at faking it ’til she makes it.
With more baggage than any airline, Lawton Rastor made his money through prizefighting – and not the kind with padded gloves and some bowtie-wearing referee. He made it through the gritty, back alley kind where sweaty money changed hands over beer and bimbos.
She’s a poor girl from Hamtramck. He’s a billionaire bad boy from Detroit. They should’ve never crossed paths. But when they do, thanks to Chloe’s latest housesitting gig, the collision of sparks, secrets, and misunderstandings leaves both of them yearning to belong exactly where they shouldn’t – with each other.