I have a rule: if you can make it funny, you can survive it.
I've been running that rule since I was sixteen, standing at my parents' graves in Cedarbrook, Tennessee, deciding that God was either absent or uninterested. I've been running it through two seasons of a network sitcom, a comedy club circuit that never quite lands where I thought it would, and fourteen years of very deliberate distance from the small town that knows me too well.
Then Marcus dies.
And the floor is gone.
I drive to Cedarbrook in the dark with no material for this. What I have is a fourteen-year-old waiting on the porch steps with a sleeping bag and a star chart, a sixteen-year-old who looks exactly like my brother and has decided the best response to grief is to feel nothing at all, and eleven casseroles I didn't ask for. I have a church at the top of the hill I have absolutely no intention of entering.
And I have Drake Preston.
Drake Preston, who was the quiet boy who blushed at lockers and built model airplanes, and is now built like a man who has been through a war - because he has. He's somehow a pastor now. Which is inconvenient, because it means he is always there. Grief group. Church steps. My front porch at seven in the morning when I run out of jokes and don't know what else to do with my hands.
He was Marcus's friend. He knows things about me I haven't said out loud. He sees me the way I have spent fifteen years learning to avoid being seen.
I don't have a bit for that.
I don't have a bit for any of this, actually. Not for two boys who need an aunt who doesn't know how to do this. Not for a faith I left in a parking lot on prom night that has apparently just been sitting there, waiting, very patiently, for me to stop running. Not for a man who has been holding the light on since we were teens and never once made me feel the weight of it.
I'm Alexa Cole. I've made a career out of finding the joke in everything.
This is the story where I couldn't.
And it's the best thing that ever happened to me.
Perfect for readers who love small-town romance with real emotional depth, warm faith themes, and a guaranteed happily ever after.
Sweet romance. No content beyond a first kiss.
She hadn't lost faith. She'd just been looking for it in every place that wasn't home.