I never thought I’d meet my best friend in a hospital room, of all places. I’m Carter Chambers—mechanic, husband, father of two, and now, according to the doctors, a man with less than a year to live. Across from me is Edward Cole, billionaire, healthcare tycoon, and the most insufferable man I’ve ever met. He calls his valet Thomas, even though everyone knows his name is Matthew.\n\nWe’re both in terminal care at his own hospital—Cole Medical Center. He owns the building, the staff, probably even the oxygen I’m breathing. And yet, here we are, two old men in matching gowns, coughing our lungs out.\n\nOne night, I’m scribbling on a notepad—just dumb stuff, really. Things I always wanted to do. See the pyramids. Drive a Shelby Mustang. Fall in love again. I stop, laugh at myself, and crumple the paper.\n\nThe next morning, Edward throws it back at me.\n\n‘You’re not dying with this unfinished,’ he says. ‘We’re doing it. Together.’\n\nI stare at him. ‘You’re serious?’\n\n‘Dead serious,’ he says, smirking. ‘And trust me—we don’t have time to waste.’\n\nSo here we are. Two strangers. Two diagnoses. One list.\n\nWhat do we do first?