After a spectacular courtroom meltdown gets me fired by my own father, he gives me one last shot at redemption: sell my grandmother Gigi’s property in Foggy Valley, repay my “Dad Loan,” and prove I’m still worth the family name.
Except the house isn’t empty.
Carter Mitchell spent years working for Gigi… and somehow ended up in her will. He’s stubborn. Steady. Infuriatingly principled. And with Gigi’s lawyer out of town for three weeks, we’re stuck sharing the land until someone can tell us who it actually belongs to.
I didn’t expect the quiet mornings. I didn’t expect the way this town starts to feel like something I’ve been missing. I didn’t expect Mildred—the world’s most judgmental chicken.
And I definitely didn’t expect Carter… especially not the way he looks at me like I might already belong here.
My father wants the property sold. Carter is already part of this place.
And I’m caught between the life I’ve built—and the one that finally feels like home.
Lizzy Barlow loves writing books filled with sassy heroines and the guys they fall for. She considers herself not too shabby in the kitchen and wishes the rest of the house would clean itself. When she's not writing, you can usually find her outside trying to nurse the plants she swore she wouldn't kill (this time) back to life.
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