One Good Thing

Today's the day I was supposed to say I do.

Kiss the groom, cut the cake, and dance our first dance as husband-and-wife.

So much for forever.

Instead of going on our honeymoon, I’ve run home to Lonesome, Oregon. It seems as good a place as any to lick my wounds. It's peaceful, remote, and my favorite person in the whole world lives here: my grandma.

She needs help running the Sweet Escape Bed and Breakfast, and I need a place to lie low while I hide from the mess my life has become.

And it appears I’m not the only one running from something painful.

A gorgeous man with sad eyes has been holed up in cabin seven since he arrived. I told myself to stay away from him, but my curiosity got the better of me.

If only I hadn't knocked on his door.

That’s when things went downhill.

That’s when things got a whole lot more complicated.

I came to Lonesome to recover from a broken heart.

I’m afraid I’ll be leaving with a heart more damaged than it was when I arrived.