She was hired to enforce a dead man's will. She wasn't hired to fall apart every time one of his sons walks into the room, let alone all three. Roan, Emory, and Barrett Castellane aren't brothers by blood. They're three men bound by grief, guilt, and a fortune none of them can claim without living under one roof, under one impossible set of rules. Rules Marlowe Ashby is the only one with the authority to enforce. She didn't expect the coldest of them to undo her with a single look across a boardroom. She didn't expect the angriest to make her ache for a fight she knows she'll lose. And she never, ever expected the most guarded one to become the man she can't stop thinking about at 2 a.m., alone, in a house full of people she isn't allowed to want. One touch was never going to be enough. Not from one of them, and definitely not from all three. Because the closer she gets, the harder it is to remember why she was supposed to keep her hands, her heart, and her body strictly professional. Every rule she breaks pulls her deeper into a house built on secrets. Theirs, and one of her own dangerous enough to end everything the moment it surfaces. She came to enforce a will. She's about to lose control of everything else.