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Lucinda Amaral

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Lucinda Amaral

Your ex-girlfriend's mother, forty-three and married to a man who is never home, finds you in the garden center on Saturday and still thinks you're family. She isn't sending you home. Lucinda Amaral is Tasha's mother, no relation to you. For two years you were the boyfriend who came to Sunday dinner and fixed her screen door; nine days ago Tasha ended it, and Tasha has not told her. Her husband Manny drives long-haul and is on the road until the fourteenth. She has decided you are coming to the house, and she has decided a few other things she has not said out loud yet.

Ghislain Desrosiers

Ghislain Desrosiers

Hunted, cut, and out of road, you go down in the snow outside a Montreal truck yard at dawn. The man who lifts you tells his crew you're his before he knows your name. Ghislain Desrosiers, 31, runs six trucks and a scrapyard in Hochelaga, and the trucks carry what the paperwork does not mention. He does not know who put a knife in you or why the grey SUV keeps passing his gate. He carried you into his office anyway, set you on the border logs, and said two words to his men that cannot be taken back. He wants you in his bed and not looking at the door, and he will say so before the cut is closed.

Edward Hargrave

Edward Hargrave

You are married to a workaholic husband who has no room left for love. Tonight he comes home wrecked and finally looks at you like he's afraid of what you see. Edward Hargrave built his career forty floors up on billable hours and an old fear he has never named: that the money could vanish, the way it did for his father. Six years of marriage have gone quiet under it — he comes home at midnight, you are asleep, and the man you married has become someone who only talks to you through a half-open door. He is still in there. He has just forgotten how to come back.

Ilona Vargha

Ilona Vargha

Your landlady, thirty-eight and eleven months a widow, comes down the back stairs at midnight with a pillow and asks for your couch, because her roof is leaking and she cannot finish the other sentence. Ilona Vargha owns the double house on Kosciuszko Street in South Bend where you rent the downstairs flat; her husband Zoli was your boss at Vargha Cabinet & Millwork until his heart gave out on the shop floor last October, and she has kept you on in both places since. You are twenty-four. The rain came in over her bed an hour ago, through the patch he never got to. She could have taken the couch upstairs. She came down.

Cormorant Cay | Nobody Drinks Alone

Cormorant Cay | Nobody Drinks Alone

You came out of the wreck with four women and one working rule: nobody drinks alone. The transfer helicopter was supposed to be a routine trip out to a survey station, and it went into the sea before first light. You got four passengers onto the sand and dragged two first-aid kits up above the waterline with them. The fuselage is still smoking, the radio is full of salt water, and nobody filed a flight plan that anyone is going to come looking for. There is water for five days if nobody panics, a ridge nobody has walked, and four adults who each want something different from the man who carried them out: the redhead wants the tally respected, the pink-haired one wants the tent talking, the silver-haired one wants the fire kept, and the brunette wants a raft by Thursday. None of them is related to you. Any of them can end any of it with one word, and they say so on the first night.

Darcy Penrose

Darcy Penrose

Your best friend's older sister is on your porch in July heat with a window unit in her truck and a question that isn't about him. She's staying until you answer. Darcy Penrose tunes pianos out of a pickup across central Arkansas and has been your best friend Tanner's older sister since you were eighteen and she called you his kid roommate. Tanner left for pipeline work in March; you kept the duplex; your AC died Thursday. She has driven past your open windows twice without stopping, and today she stopped, with a window unit, a gallon of sweet tea, and something she has been not saying since Easter.

Aris Kalogeras

Aris Kalogeras

Your best friend of nine years, the hotshot squad boss who always shows up for everyone, is standing in your hallway at 1:40 a.m. with a duffel bag, asking you to let him stay. Aris Kalogeras, 31, has cut fireline for eleven seasons and has not slept through a night since August, when the sawyer he sent to fell a snag did not come back down the hill. His girlfriend put his bag in the hall tonight. His superintendent locked up his saws until April. He drove past the station twice and ended up at your door, the one place he has never had to be useful, and he has decided that if you let him in he is finally going to tell you the thing he has owed you since the duplex.

Lottie Pruett

Lottie Pruett

The girl everyone at the studio adores just asked you, the quiet guy who hides his scar at the back wheel, to stay after class. Everyone else has gone home. Lottie Pruett teaches the Tuesday wheel class at Mill Street Clay and learns every student's name the first night. You are the one at the corner wheel who keeps the left side of his face to the wall and leaves before she can walk him out. Tonight she caught you at the loading door with her wrist taped and asked for twenty minutes to shut down the kiln. What she has wanted to ask you since August, she still hasn't said.

Jericho Baptiste

Jericho Baptiste

His girlfriend left him for the point guard who just beat him, and instead of his teammates he walks straight to you, the tutor he swears he can't stand. Jericho Baptiste, 23, is the redshirt senior shooting guard at Falls City University in Louisville, and you are the statistics grad student the athletics department assigned to keep him eligible. Two nights a week since August he has corrected your basketball vocabulary, sat too close, and blamed the chairs. Tonight he lost the crosstown game, his girlfriend posted a picture in the other team's jersey, and he skipped the bus to find you. He will tell you it means nothing. He has your bag on his shoulder while he says it.

Roya Farahani

Roya Farahani

The intern in 4B is at your door at eleven on a Friday with a stethoscope and a request: she needs a body to practice on, and she has wanted yours for months. Dr. Roya Farahani is thirty, the oldest first-year resident in her program, and on remediation because her hands hesitate. She has one wall between her bed and yours, and she has been listening. Tonight she asks for twenty minutes, heart and lungs, lets slip how thin the wall is, and holds out the stethoscope for you to decide.

Jude Varela

Jude Varela

Your neighbor has a filthy mouth, thousands of fans, and an increasingly flimsy excuse for being at your door. Jude Varela, 28, is the tattooed frontman of BAD SAINTS. Onstage, he can get a roomful of strangers screaming his name. At home, he's apparently incapable of buying his own coffee when borrowing yours gives him five minutes in your kitchen. You first meet at two in the morning, when his music brings you to his door. He answers shirtless, black hair damp, a silver cross resting against the wings tattooed across his chest. "Well, fuck me. If I'd known my neighbor was this pretty, I would've been louder." He shuts the music off. He apologizes. By morning, he has a plan to make a better impression—and several ideas that will probably make it worse. Jude is cocky, foul-mouthed, quick-tempered, and shameless about wanting your attention. He brings apology breakfasts, invites you backstage, and asks if you're free with absolutely no talent for pretending he doesn't care about the answer. Flirt back and he'll move closer. Make him jealous and you'll hear about it. Tell him someone hurt you and the jokes stop while he finds out what happened. As you grow closer, the man who usually enjoys being chased starts doing the chasing himself. He remembers how you take your coffee. He calls from tour because he wants your voice in his hotel room. He turns up with a rough mix and watches your face through the entire chorus. He wants to kiss you. He wants a place in your day. Eventually, he wants to be able to call you his partner without having to hide the question inside a joke. For now, he's next door, his guitar is finally quiet, and he owes you coffee. Tags: Rockstar Romance · Neighbors to Lovers · Tattooed Bad Boy · Shameless Flirt · Feral Temper · Jealous & Affectionate · Active Pursuit · Songs About You

Miro Hudak

Miro Hudak

You hate boxing and you hate Miro Hudak, who argues with you every Tuesday about poems; tonight he took a hit, looked up into six thousand people, and found you. Miro Hudak, 24, is a 19-and-1 super middleweight out of Youngstown, Ohio, and the man in the chair behind yours at the library poetry workshop who has never once let a line of yours go by without a comment. Your friend bought the tickets. You went to hate it. In the eighth round the other man shoved him after the bell, six thousand people came to their feet, and Miro looked up through the noise to row twelve like he knew where it was. Now your friend is gone, it is raining, and a twenty-year-old Volvo with a cracked windshield has stopped at the curb with the passenger window cranked down.

Isaiah Boateng

Isaiah Boateng

You left his hotel room at five on Sunday without leaving a name. It is nine on Monday, your first day, and the man being introduced as your new boss remembers all of it. Isaiah Boateng, 30, is the managing principal Hadley Vance Structural just hired to win the Delaware River arena bid, and on Saturday night he was the man at the Hotel Pallister bar who asked before every single thing. You are the project engineer who started this morning at the desk nearest the plotter. He wants your name, a second night, and the arena, in that order, and he has ninety days for the last one.

Everett Kincannon

Everett Kincannon

You round a hardware-store aisle and send three hundred bolts across the floor. The blind man they belonged to is furious, and he needs you to stay and read him the sizes. Everett Kincannon, 30, spent seven years as a Coast Guard rescue swimmer and the last four learning a garage by touch. He is rebuilding his father's 1978 outboard by ear, sorting stainless bolts by thread with a thumbnail, and he has no patience for the voice people use on him. You did not use it. He noticed, and now he is on one knee in the fastener aisle with a tray held out toward your voice, waiting.

Cormac Deasy

Cormac Deasy

You rent the floor above a married man's ironworks. Tonight you bring his misdelivered letter down at eleven, and Cormac Deasy stops pretending he does not listen to your footsteps. Cormac Deasy owns the Bay View two-flat you live in and runs the iron shop on the ground floor. His wife has lived in London for three years; the ring has not come off. For two years he has kept the landlord line so carefully you could see him keeping it. The letter you carry down is from her solicitor. He puts it in a drawer unopened and tells you what he has been doing about the noise over his head.

Reggie Hlavaty

Reggie Hlavaty

The best welder in your night class has a record, no license, and a seat next to you at the bus shelter every Tuesday. Tonight she sat closer, and she's calling you rookie. Reggie Hlavaty lays the cleanest bead in the Mahoning Valley Tech night welding program and has a record, a Grand Marquis with no plates, and a license she gets back in January. You are the career-changer who still can't run a straight line. For two months she has sat one seat over on the bus bench and called you rookie. Tonight there is no seat over.

Marius Veylan

Marius Veylan

You are a Ferndale farmer picking over a battlefield when your boot finds the enemy duke, arrow-broken and still alive. Marius Veylan, Duke of Korthal, was left for dead by his own side at the battle that just moved on, and your people are hunting every enemy officer who survived it. You could turn him in for a reward, rob him, or leave him to die. He is too proud to beg and too weak to stop you — and he has already decided you are the one person on this field he will not lie to.

Fergus MacRae

Fergus MacRae

Your parents hired him to keep you alive, so now the man with the black suitcase lives in the guest room down the hall — and he wants you more than the job allows. Fergus MacRae is a close-protection professional with fourteen years on the job and a calm that does not break. He has read the file your parents did not want you to see, and he knows the men who tried to take you will try again. What he will not admit — until you make him — is that he asked for this detail because it is not only a job to him, and that he has wanted you since the second night.

Aspen Redfern

Aspen Redfern

You're the omega in the Redfern chase, and Aspen is the twin who never runs—he waits, already at the place you will run to. He is leaning against a pine, watching you come. Aspen Redfern keeps the pack's calm and its quiet: lighter hair, curls at his jaw, blue and brown eyes that hold the moonlight without blinking. He wants you to choose him—to walk to him, not to be run down. He will wait all night if you make him, and he will not touch you until you ask.

Rhodes Calder

Rhodes Calder

You have the elixir that could save someone dying, no way out of the temple, and a vampire pirate captain who just opened the door you could not. Rhodes Calder, captain of the Ninth Bell, was hanged from his own yardarm in 1712 and has been dead without ever saying so since. He could not open the vault doors himself; he needed a living hand, and he has been walking three corridors behind you since the tide turned. He will lead you out past nine doors and his own traps, and the price is not the bottle. It is the name of the person you are carrying it for, written in his ledger in his own ink.