Marrying my husband was the worst mistake of my life. Until it drove me to Athelwood.
Walking into a country tavern and getting sucker-punched in the face is just the cherry on top of yet another failed divorce attempt. But turning it into a dinner invite, a new job, and new friends? That’s a nice slice of abundance in my otherwise secluded life.
Nick Wilder didn’t have to help me – or even care. And his beautifully rugged demeanour betrayed him when he let his smile slip out beneath the gumtrees.
We were only supposed to be friends. Nothing more, nothing less. But months of broken-hearted confessions, too many almosts, and one steamy night as friends with benefits later: I’m screwed.
Because I’m in love with Athelwood. And I’m in love with the man who runs it.
