When I moved back home and came face-to-face with Tucker Langham, the first boy I ever loved, I finally understood why they say you can’t go home again. Every time I see him, I'm flooded with memories of how things used to be. I’ve tried to convince myself I have better things to do with my time than obsess about the way his eyes heat with longing whenever our paths cross, but our paths keep crossing, and I can’t help but recall how good we were together. Until we weren’t. If his family farm wasn't the main supplier for my wedding florist business, things might be a lot easier - for both of us. But seeing Tucker’s rugged, handsome face every time I turn around has me taking far too many strolls down memory lane. Thankfully, I'm older and wiser now, and I know better than to fall for him again. At least that’s what I tell myself every time he begs for a second shot at forever.