She flew to Amelia Island to sell her grandmother's old net loft and say goodbye. She did not plan on a reason to stay - or on getting back the bright, singing part of herself she thought she had set down for good.
At fifty-five, Nora Bellamy has a quiet condo in Atlanta, a grown daughter who worries about her, a choir room she retired from too early, and one last errand: fly down to Fernandina Beach, clean out the little net loft her grandmother Birdie left her on the shrimp harbor, and sell the failing old heritage dock to whoever will take it. Two weeks. In and out. Back to her careful, switched-off life - the one where she has not sung a note since the morning she buried her husband.
Then she meets Ben Lawler - the gruff, widowed boat builder down the dock who mends the things nobody thanks him for and has quietly kept Birdie's loft from sliding into the river for years. And she climbs the stairs to the Net Loft at Pelican Wharf, the net-mending room and Friday-night gathering where the whole harbor used to come boil shrimp and sing under the brass lantern - only to find it shuttered and sagging, the lantern dark in the window, and a smooth developer circling the wharf.
A retired music teacher who grew up on her grandmother's dock songs cannot quite walk away. So Nora stays past her two weeks, and she and Ben start bringing the old loft back board by board - two people who thought their best years were behind them, learning that the brightest light on the harbor might be the one they keep lighting for each other. But a private resort wants the whole wharf, her daughter wants her home, and Ben swore a long time ago that he would never stand at another bedside.
A sweet, clean, slow-burn second-chance romance with no spice and a guaranteed happily-ever-after. Welcome to Amelia Island, where every book is a new couple, a fresh start, and a happy ending.