When her hedge, her routine, and her ability to keep her real feelings safely offline all get demolished in one morning, one woman's carefully edited life goes gloriously, irreversibly off-script. Summer Blake doesn't do chaos. As an editor, she spends her days fixing other people's messy stories and her nights keeping her own tightly, safely composed-coffee first, silence second, work third, hedge fully intact.
So when a moving truck flattens said hedge and deposits a six-foot-something Grammy-winning record producer on her doorstep, she does the only reasonable thing: she assumes her peace is temporarily inconvenienced, not permanently over. She's wrong. Because Hunter Harwell isn't just her infuriatingly charming new neighbor-he's also Hedgeight, the anonymous stranger she's been trading her realest, unedited self with online for months, one late-night message at a time.
Summer just doesn't know that yet. When the truth comes out mid-profile assignment, at the worst possible moment, in front of the worst possible audience, Summer has to decide whether the man she fell for in writing and the man she's falling for in person are worth the same forgiveness-and whether being fully, messily seen might be worth more than staying perfectly composed. The only thing more dangerous than a stranger who knows your secrets? Discovering he's been living right next door the whole time.
When her hedge, her routine, and her ability to keep her real feelings safely offline all get demolished in one morning, one woman's carefully edited life goes gloriously, irreversibly off-script. Summer Blake doesn't do chaos. As an editor, she spends her days fixing other people's messy stories and her nights keeping her own tightly, safely composed-coffee first, silence second, work third, hedge fully intact.
So when a moving truck flattens said hedge and deposits a six-foot-something Grammy-winning record producer on her doorstep, she does the only reasonable thing: she assumes her peace is temporarily inconvenienced, not permanently over. She's wrong. Because Hunter Harwell isn't just her infuriatingly charming new neighbor-he's also Hedgeight, the anonymous stranger she's been trading her realest, unedited self with online for months, one late-night message at a time.
Summer just doesn't know that yet. When the truth comes out mid-profile assignment, at the worst possible moment, in front of the worst possible audience, Summer has to decide whether the man she fell for in writing and the man she's falling for in person are worth the same forgiveness-and whether being fully, messily seen might be worth more than staying perfectly composed. The only thing more dangerous than a stranger who knows your secrets? Discovering he's been living right next door the whole time.
