I don’t need saving.
And I definitely don’t need a relentlessly cheerful veterinarian taking over my late husband’s clinic.
Almost 2 years ago, I lost Ben—my husband, Willowbrook’s beloved vet, and the only person who ever made this town feel like home. Now I run the clinic he built, live in the apartment above it, and pretend I’m fine.
I’m not fine.
Then the town council hires Dr. Theo Langley. Without asking me.
He’s tall. Infuriatingly optimistic and handsome. Talks to the animals like they understand him (they probably do).
And thanks to spring flooding, he’s moving into the other apartment above my clinic.
One building. One waiting room. Two apartments. Zero boundaries.
I should hate him.
But Theo doesn’t tiptoe around my grief. He meets it head-on—with quiet patience, steady kindness… and a smile that refuses to fade.
I can’t fall for the man who took my husband’s place.
Even if he’s slowly making a place of his own in my heart.
This is a clean and sweet romance about healing after loss.
