Michael only meant to ask the woman next door to keep the noise down. Instead, he steps into her smoke-filled bedroom and into a reckless afternoon that leaves his pulse hammering and his marriage balanced on a lie. Tamara is everything his careful life is not, loud, messy, shameless, and dangerously addictive, and once he slips between her tangled sheets he cannot pretend it didn't happen. Some doors do not just open. They pull you through, and the woman next door is not finished with him yet.