Best friend’s older brother. The almost-kiss summer. And one bestselling manuscript that’s years overdue. Livvie Fox has spent six years being too nice for the New York publishing world. Cupcakes for coworkers who steal her promotions. Senior agents taking credit for her finds. A boss who can’t be bothered to learn her name. Then her boss announces that bestselling reclusive author Ian Rivers is two years past deadline—and if his contract dies, Livvie’s job dies with it. Two years past deadline. The man who shut down the day his twin sister died. The boy Livvie almost kissed on a dock the summer she was twenty. Nate Rivers doesn’t write anymore. Doesn’t take meetings. Doesn’t open his door for anyone—until the woman his late sister loved like family shows up in Maple Lake with stolen soup, a publishing deadline, and a Flannel Festival weekend he can’t hide from. He never finished the story they started. She came back to save her career—not her heart. She came to save her career. He’s about to lose his house. And the chapter neither of them ever wrote is finally demanding to be told. Some what-ifs deserve a second chapter. Falling for Flannel—Some stories are worth coming home for.