Finding Home

Zayn doesn't believe in accidents.

Every beam in his buildings has a purpose. Every corner of his life is measured, calculated, and precisely executed. At twenty-eight, he's the youngest partner at one of London's top architectural firms-a man who trusts only what he can build with his own hands. Emotions are inefficient. Love is a liability. And chaos? Chaos is the enemy of everything he's worked for.

Layla doesn't do plans.

Life is too unpredictable to pin down with deadlines and schedules. At twenty-six, she's a freelance illustrator who lives in creative chaos-paint splatters, sketchbooks, and the gentle disorder of artistic freedom. She runs from commitment, avoids emotional entanglements, and believes that the best things in life happen when you're not paying attention.

Their paths weren't supposed to cross.

And yet, when a coffee-spilling accident brings them together, they find themselves forced to collaborate on a community art center that demands the impossible: structure meeting soul, logic embracing chaos, control learning to let go.

She's all spontaneity; he's all precision. She runs from feelings; he's terrified of them. Neither is looking for love, but love might just be looking for them-in the most unexpected place.

Because sometimes, the best things in life aren't designed. They're discovered.