He's a single dad ready to start dating again. I'm newly divorced and new to…well, everything. This is going to be a disaster… Isn't it? When my marriage ends, I decide to buy a run-down house and get a drove of piglets. My friends think I'm having a breakdown, when really, all I'm doing is the one thing I've avoided my whole life––figuring out who I am. One thing I'm quickly learning is that life loves nothing more than to throw you a curveball when you least expect it. Take Fischer West. From the moment we serendipitously collide on a midnight stroll, he ignites something within me. We have a connection. I want to explore it, even though the timing is all wrong. There's no way either one of us is ready for a relationship, so why has Fischer got me thinking it might just work?