When Lucy Rawlinson moves into the fixer-upper next door to her ex-husband, Nick, she has more than renovations on her mind. Desperate to win back his love, she begins a campaign to reignite the passion they once shared.
Nick is haunted by the same bitter-sweet memories of their marriage and the baby they lost, but he is determined to never forgive his ex-wife's infidelity. All Nick wants to do is move on and forget, a task that now seems beyond impossible with Lucy and her noisy little dog living right next door.
Is there a way back? Can Lucy convince Nick that everything they once had is worth fighting for?
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Without even bothering to pull on his jeans, Nick bolted down the stairs and out of the house in his boxers. A few months ago, there’d been reports of a peeping Tom in the next town over. They’d never caught the guy. The cool night air brushed his skin, and he felt goose bumps as he pounded on Lucy’s door. The stupid little dog barked frantically. It occurred to Nick that someone could have broken in through a window, or the back door. She’d never paid much attention to security. Again he pounded on the door and yelled her name, hearing the hoarse desperation in his voice, imagining Lucy with a knife at her throat, helpless…
He heard hurried footsteps, and a moment later she appeared, her face white with terror, and catapulted into his arms.
“Sweetheart, what happened?” He held her tightly, relief coursing through him, feeling the rapid beat of her heart against his chest.
“It’s okay now.” She smelled of sunshine and strawberries. “Do we need to call the police?”
A shuddering sob escaped her as she clung to him.
“Lucy, what happened?”
Finally she looked up at him, her huge gray eyes filled with tears. “I—I was hungry, and I decided to fix myself a sandwich. I opened the pantry door, and there he was, just sitting on top of the peanut butter jar looking at me, a huge gray mouse.”
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