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Prologue

THE WORDS ‘tall, dark, and handso inside the high-ceilinged lobby ofHe only had a black hoodie over his deni, muscular build made the clothes look as if they cost thousands of dollars Or maybe they really did Who cared, really? All I wanted to knohether Tall, Dark, and Handsorehen I saw him head for the stairs rather than the elevators

What’s up with that?

And before I knew it, I was already out ofafter him

The stairas eh he took the stairs at a fairly steady space, by the tih to question whether he was even hu his breath by now, even just a little? And they hadn’t even taken a single break, not even for a few seconds—-

The stranger suddenly turned, and ht atme?”

He had seen me!

“I…I…” I tried thinking of a lie but could only come up with the truth “I’m scared to be alone”

“Why?”

“Because…” Lie, Saoirse, lie!

He raised a brow

“My apartment is haunted?”

Silver eyes narrowed atthat?”

I had been prepared to hear hi that hadn’t even crossed er to taketo ask?”

A frown creased his forehead “Should I have asked so else?”

“You’re kidding, right? Or a sarcastic?”

“Neither”

And because it did seem like he meant both, I said uncertainly, “9 out of 10 people would have thought I was crazy”

But this only had hi “I’ve always been the 1 out of 10 type”

The words should’ve made him sound like an obnoxious butthole, but there was just so so attractively self-assured about him that the words seemed more like a factual description It made me wish I was still in the position to ask him out, but…

“You really like staring, don’t you?”

Oops He got y “I’ called out for it”