After losing a decade of my life to my own stupidity, I want to do things right this time. No alcohol. No women. I stare temptation in the face daily and walk away stronger for it.
Then a beautiful woman moves in next door.
She intrigues me like no other, but she’s got a kid and I’m not sure I want to jump into a ready-made family. Despite how perfect she feels in my arms…
Each interaction brings us closer to a happy ever after neither of us was looking for. The timing couldn’t be worse, but the heart has a way of ignoring time.
Then her abusive ex shows up and rocks our fragile new relationship.
How do we plan a future when the past refuses to stay in the past?
