A clean & wholesome slow-burn romance with a grumpy single dad, small-town sparks, and heartfelt humor.
I’m home to keep my dad’s fishing fleet off the auction block, not to fall for Brady Morgan—the high school jock who used to make my eye twitch and still knows exactly what he’s doing.
Lulu’s Pride will go to the highest bidder in late May. I’ve got weeks to patch leaks, wrangle paperwork, and keep my family’s future from sinking.
Then Brady shows up: scowling, capable, and bringing a ten-year-old son who can charm the stern right off a person. Brady is steady, stubborn, and still the last man I should trust with my peace of mind.
Except small towns don’t believe in personal space. We keep getting thrown together for dawn repairs and “accidental” run-ins, and somewhere between salt air and stubborn hope, I start falling anyway.
Then I learn Brady’s family has a stake in the co-op, and saving Lulu’s Pride might come with strings I never agreed to.
If I let Brady in, I could lose the one thing my family can’t afford to lose: our future.
