Having a bed and breakfast with just one communal bathroom wasn’t working, and it was past time to bite the bullet and upgrade the inn. There was just one small problem: In the small town of Deacon, Texas, there was only one contractor. Yep, just one: Jonathan Oaks. But it didn’t matter how skilled he was at building things when all I knew about him was how good at breaking my heart he was. Five years could put a lot into perspective, but it wasn’t enough time to make me forget that he was the wrong boy for me then and he’d be the wrong boy for the job now. I should have known better. Jonathan Oaks wasn’t about to lose the chance to renovate my inn, or to rub in my face that he’d been right about us all along.