Heartbroken, destroyed, and on the edge of despair. Thats how I felt for two years after my wife died, leaving me all alone with our baby. I sucked it up and kept going for my little girl but I wasnt living. I was only existing. Then I met Larkin, my gorgeous blonde neighbor. Shes got curves that my hands ache to hold, and toffee-colored eyes that beg me to do unspeakable things to her. I dont want to want her. I dont want to look at her, and I definitely dont want to long for her. I want to avoid her. Except I cant. Everywhere I go, everything I do, I am brought back to Larkin. And when we finally cave, falling into bed together... Its f**king explosive and passionate and deep. It feels as essential as breathing. Im starting to fall in love with Larkin but it was never supposed to turn into this. If I want a future with Larkin, I have to figure out how to let go of the past. And nothing has ever felt so good and hurt so bad.