Alder Duke was my high school sweetheart turned husband, then he became a stranger who wanted his freedom. I gave it to him. Fifteen years later, I'm a single mom who desperately needs a place to live. He’s a powerful CEO who needs a wife in order to get the house he grew up in, thanks to a trust his grandma left behind. He makes a deal with get married to him—again—and live with him for a year. Once the house is in his name, we can divorce—again—and he’ll rent the place to me. Just one year. No strings. No feelings. Simple. But nothing about my ex-husband is simple. Gone is the man who wanted to stay out all night drinking with his buddies. This Alder cooks and cleans and unclogs sinks in gray sweatpants. He gets my stubborn daughter to like him. And with me? He looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world. I can't fall for his sweet daisy whispers. I know how it ends. This time we planned it. My life was already derailed by him once, and I barely came out intact. He’s had my heart forever, but he only gets one year.