Close Range

She moved in on a Tuesday. By Wednesday, she knew too much about her neighbors. By Saturday, she knew everything.Quinn Harlow needed three things from her new apartment: cheap rent, no questions, and walls thick enough to forget her ex ever existed. The Foundry delivered on two out of three. The walls are practically paper.Unit 4A: Rhett Kovac. Iron Vow MC's sergeant-at-arms. Dark-eyed, controlled, deliberate — the kind of man who doesn't knock on your door at ten-fifteen without a reason. And never, ever without an agenda. He hands her a phone charger she doesn't need. She keeps it anyway.Unit 4C: Cash Dolan. Rhett's enforcer. Warm where Rhett is cold, instinctive where Rhett is calculated, and exactly as dangerous in an entirely different way. He tells her things Rhett won't say out loud — because Cash has never once in his life waited for the right moment.Quinn is a paralegal. She knows how to organize facts. She knows how to not know things. She's very good at both.But the walls are thin on both sides. And she's in the middle.The deal was supposed to be simple: Quinn doesn't hear what she shouldn't. Rhett and Cash make sure her ex-boyfriend stops looking for her. That's all. Thirty days in a converted warehouse building, two neighbors she was never supposed to want, and a situation that should have stayed professional.It does not stay professional.Close Range is an MC romance featuring why-choose, forced proximity, thin walls, neighbours-to-lovers, and dual love interests with contrasting personalities. Explicit heat scenes. No cheating. HEA guaranteed.