From Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author M. Robinson comes a second chance romance.
The first time I talked to her, I dared Kinley to kiss me. As soon as her lips touched mine, I knew I was her first and only.
With her mouth still against mine, I asked, “What other first of yours can I have next?”
For the next twenty years I claimed her in every possible way. From her lips, to her heart, to her body, she was mine.
We were supposed to be forever.
So in love.
So consumed with each other.
Except somewhere along the way we lost sight of that love. We meant it when we vowed for better or for worse…
So why the hell were we signing divorce papers?