At First Sight by Cameron Hart

Tucker: I’m fine. I don’t need any help. I only have these bandages on my eyes for a week. I’ve never needed anyone, and I don’t plan on changing that now. But then my neighbor knocked on my door. I’ve never met her before, but I want to now. Her soft, sweet voice hits me right in the chest. I feel an ache deep inside, a profound emptiness I didn’t know I had. I’m broken, bitter, and a bastard to boot. Try as I might to shake off my intrusive yet intoxicating neighbor, she keeps showing up and taking care of me. I might have to see if I can make her stay forever.

Mila: I like to keep to myself. People tend to judge me by my weight, my scars, and my general lack of people skills. When I have to leave my apartment for food and supplies, I stick to the shadows, trying to navigate life unnoticed. But that doesn’t mean I don’t notice other people, especially my tall, dark, and stupidly handsome neighbor. I wouldn’t say I’ve been stalking him. I mean, I know his schedule, when he checks his mail, and where he keeps his spare key hidden. Under the doormat. Seriously? I know all about hiding places, and that one sucks. One day I hear through our shared wall what sounds like him taking a spill, and I have to go over and see if he’s okay. I somehow find myself over at his place day after day, falling more and more for the grumpy butt who has a surprising sweet streak. Will he still want to be with me when his bandages come off, or will he run away like everyone else in my life?