The Paradox Of Grey Sotelle

Winter Aamot left Del City, Oklahoma four years ago. No, not because of some boy or some other cliche shit, but to follow her dream of becoming a PI and studying at Cambridge college in London, England. Now she's back for one of her best friends' wedding. Of course, all of her friends (in)conveniently have no space or aren't home around the same time, leaving her homeless unless she rents a motel room. And no way in hell will she do that! Winter has a bad feeling in her stomach about this, even more so when she finds out her highschool crush and annoying roast mate, Grey Sotelle, lives three doors down from her absentee best and soon to be dead (by her hands) friend, Veronica. And of course, Grey just happens to have a pull out couch. Something smells fishy about this and she's pretty sure it isn't her cat's breath!

Grey Sotelle doesn't regret stuff easily. It just isn't in his lackadaisical nature, but the one thing he has always regretted has honey-gold hair, stands at at five foot three exactly, and left before he could ever tell her how he felt for her. Winter Aamot was the one person who could keep him on his toes, and he had always wished he hadn't let her slip between his fingers. But now she's back, and with the help of her devious best friends, he's hatched the perfect plot; Force her to live with him until the wedding and lay back and watch as she falls for in undeniable charms. If only she wasn't so god damn stubborn. Now, for the first time in forever, he isn't so sure of his abilities to get the girl of his dreams.