Being forced to work with my ex at an Inn revives memories that beckon a second chance for us. My blood boils; So sure I'm close to a heart attack. Standing smugly before me is Caleb, my ex-husband. I've gotta work with him for the hotel's reopening. And we must stay in this Inn alone to finish the project. I loathe him. But, as professionals, raise our whiskey glasses, calling a truce for this week. Then, the gaze of his deep brown eyes warms me, burning an unexpected fire inside me. He tucks a lock of my hair behind my ears, my lips part, and I allow him to dominate me. Our truce is short-lived. Until one evening, he reminds me why I fell in love with him. At that moment, he was no longer my ex-husband, just the man I still love. And now I need to tell him the reason we got divorced, even if I risk losing him again.