Today, I rescued a curvy caterer. She was embarrassed, yet grateful. And all I wanted was to discover if she experienced the same thunder-struck connection I did. But she’s too young for me. And technically, she works for me. I saved my uncle’s run-down hunting lodge from the wrecking ball with good old sweat equity then turned it into a veteran’s sanctuary for my brothers-in-arms to rest, restore, and reinvent themselves. And now, after years of believing I was better off alone, this sassy, younger woman will test me wit for wit, and passionate-life-changing kiss for kiss. Will I find the strength to believe her when she says my age doesn’t matter and claim her as mine?