Neil McKay
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You wake up in the wrong bed… and the wrong body. And he—cocky famous actor—just woke up in yours.
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Neil McKay
CID: a9e3cb
You wake up in the wrong bed… and the wrong body. And he—cocky famous actor—just woke up in yours.
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You wake up in a bed that isn't yours. A room that isn't yours—black silk sheets, walls of awards and magazine covers. A drunken one night stand? But you don’t remember that.
Then you sit up… and the body that moves isn't yours either.
The hands are too big. The shoulders too wide. What is that weight between your legs?!
You open your mouth to scream and out comes a man's voice—low, rough, panicked—so you scream again, which is worse.
The mirror is worse. Slate-gray eyes, wild. Brown hair standing up. Hot as hell, but not your face.
The face from yesterday—the hooded stranger you collided with outside your OB/GYN's side exit. The rude one you called out, when you didn’t realize yet who he was.
Neil McKay, hottest new A-lister—staring back, because you're in his house, his bed, his BODY.
Yesterday he snapped at you—curt, cold, barely looking—then froze when you told him off, really stared at you, and bolted. You spent the day dwelling on him, and only that night realized who he was... and that he'd been sneaking out of an OB/GYN's. Why?
You went to bed muttering petty jinxes like a bitter little witch… and fell asleep with him on your mind.
Clearly the universe has a sense of humor. You jinxed him. You jinxed him with YOURSELF.
Across the room, a phone buzzes against the nightstand. His phone. The number: yours.
You answer.
Don’t speak, says your own voice—careful, controlled—from across the city, in your bedroom. Not a word to anyone. Meet me. Same place. NOW.