The equations are simple. Piper Ashby + Brad Ashby = Twin Siblings Brad Ashby + Tanner McCain = Best Friends Piper Ashby + Tanner McCain = Off limits Tanner and I abided by the rules. We stayed on our designated sides of the relationship circle. Ignoring swarming butterflies. Brushing off skipped heartbeats. Settling on lingering stares. Here’s the secret … a hand extended over that invisible line once, exponentially changing the equation. I was convinced we could make our relationship work until Tanner broke the trust he embedded in me from the age of seven. One deceit of mega proportions and the relationship we built for that short month vanished. I swore never to speak to him again and it’s worked. Until now—two years later, when my brother’s wedding places me face-to-face with the best man—Tanner McCain. Leaving one equation to be solved. Can love surface twice?

USA Today Bestselling author Michelle Lynn brings you a second chance romance novel. Taylor Delaney is the love of my life. She’s also the one I've hurt the most. Two years ago, I made a disastrous mistake. One I’m not sure I can make amends from. But I have to try, because I’m nothing without her. Brad Ashby's here, in my hometown, asking for a second chance. All those unresolved feelings for him have resurfaced. Not that they ever went away. I know I should run him out of the town, but I can’t. He needs to know that I wasn’t the only one who was deceived. Even if we gave our relationship another try, how can we rebuild what’s been destroyed? If we weren’t strong enough then, what makes us strong enough now? This is a standalone novel involving two characters from Michelle's Love Surfaced novel.

Dylan Bea Zanders’s interest penetrated me. I tried to ignore her unwavering eyes and lasting touches. But my willpower failed me. Our one-night affair was mutual. No expectations, no exchanging of phone numbers, nothing. The next morning, she sauntered out of my life as fast as she had entered it. Bea I claimed Dylan McCain as soon as I saw him. His disheveled dark hair and tattooed arms screamed bad boy. Finally, I won, and he claimed me in return. But in the light of day, he changed. His smile further dented those dreamy dimples. His panicked green eyes held layers of kindness. Making sure the rules were clear, I walked away, showing him how little relationships meant to me. Now, two months later, we come face-to-face again—as coworkers.