My life is basically a three-item to-do list:
1. Keep my eight-year-old daughter happy.
2. Keep my job at the elementary school.
3. Keep my big, scary dream of being a full-time artist locked up where it can’t break my heart.
Easy. Manageable. Drama-free.
And then Fisher Wright strolls into Star Falls.
Tall. Charming. British. The kind of dangerously attractive that should come with a warning label—or maybe a hazmat suit in my size. He’s here for eight weeks, helping a famous music superstar record her next album.
We have one harmless, flirty conversation at the local bar.
Then it’s wine on my porch. Then stolen kisses by the falls. Then… oh no, actual feelings. The big, messy, life-complicating kind I swore I didn’t have time for.
But his life is in New York. Min