Leaving Gabe wasn't easy. It's not that I don't love him anymore. A look from him could still make me weak in the knees right up until the day we signed the divorce papers.

It turns out, money really can't buy happiness, especially not when all he ever does is work. When things were good they were great—especially when clothes started hitting the floor. Things haven’t been good for a long time, though. I had to do what was right for me. If you love something let it go and all that...

I was prepared to never see him again until a mutual friend tracked me down with news that tested that resolve. To prove to myself, and everyone else, that I’m really over him, I seek him out to give us both the closure we didn’t get during our divorce. But the fortress I built to protect my heart isn’t as secure as I thought.

Our time apart has changed him. Or maybe it was one of his friends forcibly removing his head from a place it didn't belong, if you get my drift. Either way, the old Gabe, my Gabe, is back. And I'm starting to remember why I fell in love with him the first time.

Until an unsavory individual from his past resurfaces and things begin to unravel.

Do we get a second chance at happily ever after?