Two years. One proposal. I walked away then, and I lost it all.
He asked me to marry him–a question I wasn't prepared for then. It changed everything.
Two years later, a phone call sends me running back to the last place where I thought I'd be—Fortuity.
The plan is to stay for a couple of weeks before I return to Chicago, keeping my head low and avoiding trouble. Problem is, Chase starts to make my walls crumble. I need to stay away, and he's determined not to let me go. Only he's not interested about the past. He insists we make one harmless deal—
keeping the peace for as long as I'm here.