Dean Evans is the worst. Not only does the devil in disguise steal my pie on a regular basis, he also lives in the apartment right. Next. Door.  I see him all the time. At the mailboxes. In the elevator. Every single morning. It's exhausting...because he's exhausting. Now, after setting his apartment on fire, he's my roommate...and he's the worst at that, too. I don't know what possessed me to let him stay with me. Pity, perhaps? I do know that I won't be falling for his charm. Or that panty-dropping smirk. His quick wit. That body he works so hard for. Nope. Not falling for any of it...least of all him. There might be a fine line between love and hate, but I know exactly where I stand.