One day she was there; the next she was gone. Zeke mourned the loss of his blue-haired angel, missed the sound of her voice and the touch of her hand on his. She'd been there while his broken body tried to heal, had soothed him when the pain was consuming, bewitched him with her laugh and ever-present smile. Nothing could happen between them, he'd known that from the start. Too many years between them - he was an old man compared to the beauty of her youth. Yet she'd been his lifeline, his everything, while the world around him burned. Two years after she'd left Phoenix, Olivia was finally home. If home was the right word for a house falling down around her ears, eaten away by mold and disrepair. At least her decrepit car had managed to get her back where she belonged. Intent on rebuilding what she'd left behind, things beyond her control set into motion, guiding her on a path she never expected. When the man she loved more than anything knocked on her door, it was the hand of fate that answered.