A jilted bride. The mother of the runaway groom. A love neither of them saw coming… Months of longing. Months of turning down dinner invitations. Months of torture from inappropriate dreams. Because Avery’s engaged to my son. Not only am I old enough to be her mother. We’ll be a family in a few days. Then my son becomes a runaway groom, leaving Avery in my care. What do I do? Help her pick up the pieces. I offer a room in my home. A listening ear. Warm hugs when needed. And maybe my heart?