Marry young and marry rich.

My mother drilled that into my head since I was old enough to walk. Landing Sweetspire’s most eligible tycoon might have gotten me away from her, but it turns out a fat diamond ring isn’t the best Band-Aid for the rest of your problems.

Starting over at thirty-two was never part of the plan. Neither was some twenty-three year old who’s all too eager to play knight in shining armor.

I’m already the town pariah. The last thing I need is the scandal of jumping from a guy twice my age to one a decade younger…Especially not one who’s friends with my former step son.

But the more time we spend together, the harder it is to deny I’m the most myself I’ve ever been when I’m with him.