When single dad Desmond Coyle hires a quiet, down-on-her-luck young woman to help with his son, he expects diapers, bottles, and maybe a little peace of mind.
He doesn’t expect Brielle Shaw—soft-spoken, skittish, carrying bruises no one can see, and loving his baby like she was born for it.
He definitely doesn’t expect her to become the steady heartbeat of his home.
As long days turn into tender routines and those routines turn into something warmer, Desmond finds himself falling for the woman who sleeps on his couch, folds his laundry, and looks at his son like he’s something holy.
And Brielle—broken, hopeful, learning how to trust again—starts to wonder if she’s allowed to want a life that doesn’t hurt.
Their chemistry is undeniable. Their pasts are messy.
And their future? It might just be the family neither of them ever believed they’d find.
