Dirty Little Midlife Drama

My high school sweetheart kissed me so naturally, I slapped him.

Listen, I’m forty-three years old. I’m divorced. I’m in a new town. I don’t need ghosts from the past haunting me anymore.

Unless, of course, the ghost happens to be two hundred pounds of hunky Texan cowboy, wearing a coy smirk and a deep golden tan.

And when he shows up at the door of my new business telling me he’s the contractor I hired, I think I might be in more trouble than I anticipated.

Because it started with a kiss…but it’ll end with a heartbreak. I know, because it’s happened once before.

But twenty-five years after the first time, it looks like I need to learn my lesson all over again. I’m going to get Sebastian Finch out of my system once and for all…