Sycamore Springs isn't Eden.
I've come home to Sycamore Springs, which is something I thought I'd never do. Right now, with my big fat divorce pending, the soul-destroying taste of failure in my mouth, no job, little money and two kids to support, there's no choice. Nothing to panic about. And why am I compelled to include in my drama, this unwanted attraction to a man several years younger than me? Hot or not, it just isn't going to happen.
My last two relationships were complete disasters.
Meeting Eve again, the sister-in-law of the woman I jilted at the altar - and therefore completely out of bounds - and realizing there might be something between us, something I've never felt before, makes me think cupid might be having a whole lot of fun at my expense.