Getting dumped was rough.
Losing the baby? Heartbreaking.
Now I’m thirty-six, single, and stuck in a body I barely recognize.
Clara says I need fresh air and a fling.
I wasn’t expecting the fresh air to come with a stolen cat…
Or him.
Brayden Foss.
My sweet, quiet neighbor.
Freshly eighteen.
My landlord’s son.
Totally off-limits.
But he’s not a boy.
He cooks for me, looks at me like I’m everything, and shows up when no one else does.
Even when I push him away.
It was never supposed to be more than a spark.
But this thing between us?
It’s real. It’s wild. It’s ours.
