About this book
Fifteen years of friendship.
Birthday cards.
Occasional texts.
The kind of man who fixes your faucet and carries your daughter on his shoulders and knows where you keep your plates.
Nora didn't notice Barney was dating her until he told her over candlelight at her own kitchen table — the same table where she makes school lunches, the same kitchen where her kids eat cereal, on a night that was supposed to be a restaurant and turned into something she wasn't prepared for.
She's thirty-eight. She's a mom. She hasn't been touched in years. And the man sitting across from her has apparently been paying attention the entire time.
The kids are asleep. The candles are lit. And fifteen years of patience is about to pay off, for both of them.
That's nice and all, but this is still smut
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