When I inherit a building from a grandpa Ive never met, theres only one plan: take the money and run.

Enter Nicholas, the florist with the little shop downstairs. Im an awkward loner of a carpenter, a straight guy who is totally out of place in this unfamiliar citys gay district. I dont know what to do with Nicholass easy smile or his hopelessly romantic worldview, so I just ignore how it makes me feel when he says my name.

But as I start on some quick and needed renovations, friendly and talkative Nicholas keeps catching my attention, and my eye wanders where Ive trained it not to go. The future of his business lies in my hands and what I do with this old, falling-down building. I cant afford to think about him this way, but we make each other smile, and desires Ive buried for years rise back to the surface with every loaded silence and moment caught alone together.

Nicholas doesnt let me grunt and trudge away. He surprises me one night with a proposal. Turns out, Nicholas with the sweet little flower shop has some desires of his own, and we might be the perfect match. With love and romance off the table, we can focus all our attention on the bedroom until I sell the building and leave town, and no one needs to know about it.

No commitment is perfect for me. Ive spent my entire life building walls.

But the second I get my hands on Nicholas, they all start tumbling down.