Falling in love once is a blessing, twice is a miracle.
Wilder: I thought I had everything until I lost it all.
Jess was my best friend, the mother of my child, and the only woman I ever saw a future with.
When she died, I let the grief consume me, unable to see a way out of the depths I’d crawled into in the wake of her passing.
All that was left of her was our daughter Emmy Lou and the threadbare memories I clung to for comfort.
When it got harder to live without her, I decided to return home to Oak Ridge, Kentucky — to the ranch where I grew up and the family who wouldn’t hesitate to help me pick up the pieces.
But fate or something deeper had other plans, and on the way back, I met the sweetest distraction.
Olivia Sullivan isn’t for me, but now she’s carrying my baby, and I can’t seem to deny this innate connection that draws me to her.
Olivia: I never put much stock in fate or superstition until a series of unfortunate events had me boarding a flight from Colorado to Oak Ridge, by way of Nashville, and put me in the path of Wilder Hayes —
the broken cowboy with the sweetest little girl, and the son of my family’s biggest rivals.
Our chemistry is as undeniable as the baby that binds us.
But Wilder is a broken man, and his grief might be too much for us to overcome.
Wilder’s heart isn’t mine for the taking, no matter how much I want to help him put the pieces back together.
