Ava Flynn is twenty-eight and drowning in what her late mum left behind — a charity shop overflowing with donations, including forty-four double-D-cup bras she absolutely cannot accept, an untouched cottage, and a heavily-pregnant spaniel.
What she does not have time for is Henry Bramlington walking back into her life. The boy who kissed her at the lake one summer and vanished without a word is now older, devastating in a suit . . .
and Lord of Dapplebury House. Heir to the estate, the village rents, and the very land her charity stands on. And he keeps turning up. At the shop, at her cottage.
But Ava has a charity to save, and is already distracted by a perfectly charming pub landlord who keeps asking her to breakfast. The last thing she needs is to fall for the lord of the manor twice.
