He was the steel to my flint. One flimsy wall separated us, and sparks were inevitable.At first glance he was intriguing. At second glance, he was hot. After a not so gentle push from my girlfriends, I talked to him at the bar, and that lead to well... more.It was before I realized he was taking over his brother's lease of the other half of my duplex. Now, he's just on the other side of that wall.The bad my family would murder me if I dated him because of who he came to town to work for.I took the job with the Clear Lake police to support my Gramps. That was before the night I met Priscilla Benson.Now that I've been told she and her family are the prime suspects in a disappearance, she's strictly off limits. Rules are rules.Living with her just on the other side of that wall is driving me crazy.How far can a rule be bent without breaking it? Maybe we could just talk?