Sometimes love makes plans for you while you're busy making plans of your own . . .
Finding myself over thirty and divorced, living in the same small town where I grew up, was not exactly the fast track to personal success. So I took action.
I landed a job with a bigger practice in a big city where I'd find more opportunities at work, and hopefully in my social life. I was ready to move on.
But when Cormac Whitewood and his adorable daughters came into my life, suddenly my big plans didn't seem so shiny and exciting. Suddenly, I was finding myself drawn to the lonely widower, wishing for more time with him.
The thing is, Cormac made it clear he wasn't over his late wife—and I'd never force my way into someone else's family. Besides, I'd already made my plans.
So why do they feel so wrong?
Contains mature themes.
