A jilted bride. The mother of the runaway groom. A love neither of them saw coming…
Months of longing.
Months of turning down dinner invitations.
Months of torture from inappropriate dreams.
Because Avery’s engaged to my son.
Not only am I old enough to be her mother. We’ll be a family in a few days.
Then my son becomes a runaway groom, leaving Avery in my care.
What do I do? Help her pick up the pieces.
I offer a room in my home.
A listening ear.
Warm hugs when needed.
And maybe my heart?