She’s the girl with a plan. He’s the reason she’s rewriting it. The plan was buy the building, open my artist co-op, and prove I’m not just the family screw-up with a passport full of stamps and a highlight reel of almosts and maybes. I wasn’t planning on Oliver Martin. The bartender next door is infuriatingly laid-back, unfairly attractive, and somehow always in my space. He offers help I don’t want, teases like we’ve known each other forever, and makes my heart race when I should be focusing on work. He's also hiding something. So yeah... not great. Just when I’ve made up my mind to stay far away from him, Oliver goes and does something infuriating. He shows me a side of himself that’s real, vulnerable, and completely unexpected. Now I’m stuck trying to figure out how to protect the dream I’ve poured everything into… while falling for the one person who could take it all away.