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"In most cultures staring is rude."

With those six words, the spell didn't just break. It shattered.

When Nora dropped her things on a crowded city bus, the last thing she expected was to be completely hypnotized by the stranger who picked them up.
He had the kind of eyes that could silence a room-a dense, earthy hazel rimmed with a dazzling electric circle of forest green.
But the moment he opened his mouth, revealing a smooth, polished British baritone that sounded entirely too high-class for public transit, Nora realized his attitude was as massive as his ego.
First impressions are everything, and her impression of the cocky stranger was rock bottom.
She assumed she'd never have to see his infuriating face again.
Until she walked out of her apartment the next morning-and found him moving in right next door.
As if sharing a hallway with her arrogant new neighbor wasn't torture enough, the universe drops the ultimate bombshell: Callum isn't just the guy next door. He's the brother of Andrew, the man marrying Nora's best friend, Maia.
Now, they aren't just bumping into each other by the trash chutes; they are the Maid of Honor and the Best Man, officially tasked with planning a massive destination wedding together.
Forced to coordinate events, walk down the aisle, and fake nice for the happy couple, the friction between them quickly turns explosive.
Callum's arrogant smirks drive Nora absolutely crazy, but behind every sharp insult is a lingering glance-and behind every argument is a spark neither of them can hide.

Every argument was a spark, every glance a secret, every silence a confession.