One Good Thing

Today's the day I was supposed to say I do. 
Kiss the groom, cut the cake, and dance our first dance as husband-and-wife. 

So much for forever.

Instead of going on our honeymoon, I’ve run home to Lonesome, Oregon. It seems as good a place as any to lick my wounds. It's peaceful, remote, and my favorite person in the whole world lives here: my grandma. 

She needs help running the Sweet Escape Bed and Breakfast, and I need a place to lie low while I hide from the mess my life has become. 

And it appears I’m not the only one running from something painful.  

A gorgeous man with sad eyes has been holed up in cabin seven since he arrived. I told myself to stay away from him, but my curiosity got the better of me. 

If only I hadn't knocked on his door. 

That’s when things went downhill. 
That’s when things got a whole lot more complicated. 

I came to Lonesome to recover from a broken heart. 
I’m afraid I’ll be leaving with a heart more damaged than it was when I arrived.