Luke’s life began when he met Lila—and in many ways, it ended when she left him. Drowning in regrets, Luke is determined to give Lila the space to be happy. The sexy, singing roofer quickly realizes, however, he really shouldn’t have let her go.
After their breakup, Lila moves back in with her family. The twenty-nine-year-old veterinarian’s transition to a life without Luke isn’t as easy as she expected. With the help of her wild Grandma Claire and her high-heel-loving sister, Maren, she starts to play the field… but she isn’t sure she’ll ever stop loving the curly-haired man from her early twenties.
Luke and Lila’s love story ended, and their individual boxes have been packed. But as they explore the single life and the dating world, both discover sometimes the love you leave behind is exactly what you need to be happy.
It’s not too late. It’s only been a few days. Maybe it’s not too late.
But then I think about those final words I said, and the ultimate nail in the coffin. I think about that look in her eyes when I took that last box out of the apartment. It was a teary look and a pleading look. Still, somewhere in there, I saw something else.
A look of hope.
Maybe this is what Lila needed all along. Maybe I was an idiot for thinking I could be good enough for her, could be what she needed. I’m too far gone for that, too far lost to be the man Lila Morrow deserves. It’s about time I figured that out.
But it doesn’t make this shitty feeling in my chest any more bearable. It doesn’t make me want to stop drinking beer after beer, to go out there and live life.
The thought that Lila is no longer mine makes me want to do exactly what I’ve done for the two days since moving into Evan’s bachelor pad—sit, stare, and fade into nothingness.
No matter what Evan says, I’m not going to just forget about Lila. I’m not going to merge into the bachelor life seamlessly.
I’m not going to stop missing her and wondering how I could’ve stopped this train wreck from imploding.
I’m not going to stop wishing I could get her back but remembering that she’s better off without me.
So I stare at the television until I nod off, the morning alarm rousting me and Floyd from the plaid couch for the first time in half a day. I drag myself to the shower and finally rinse off the residue from the breakup days ago. I wash away the Luke I was with Lila and try to start fresh.
But the new start I thought we’d both get doesn’t feel too great, I realize, as I trudge out the door to work.
But then I think about those final words I said, and the ultimate nail in the coffin. I think about that look in her eyes when I took that last box out of the apartment. It was a teary look and a pleading look. Still, somewhere in there, I saw something else.
A look of hope.
Maybe this is what Lila needed all along. Maybe I was an idiot for thinking I could be good enough for her, could be what she needed. I’m too far gone for that, too far lost to be the man Lila Morrow deserves. It’s about time I figured that out.
But it doesn’t make this shitty feeling in my chest any more bearable. It doesn’t make me want to stop drinking beer after beer, to go out there and live life.
The thought that Lila is no longer mine makes me want to do exactly what I’ve done for the two days since moving into Evan’s bachelor pad—sit, stare, and fade into nothingness.
No matter what Evan says, I’m not going to just forget about Lila. I’m not going to merge into the bachelor life seamlessly.
I’m not going to stop missing her and wondering how I could’ve stopped this train wreck from imploding.
I’m not going to stop wishing I could get her back but remembering that she’s better off without me.
So I stare at the television until I nod off, the morning alarm rousting me and Floyd from the plaid couch for the first time in half a day. I drag myself to the shower and finally rinse off the residue from the breakup days ago. I wash away the Luke I was with Lila and try to start fresh.
But the new start I thought we’d both get doesn’t feel too great, I realize, as I trudge out the door to work.
She currently lives in her hometown with her husband, Chad (her junior high sweetheart); their cats, Arya, Amelia, Alice, and Bob; and their Mastiff, Henry.
Lindsay's goal with her writing is to show the power of love and the beauty of life while also instilling a true sense of realism in her work. Some reviewers have noted that her books are not the “typical romance.” With her novels coming from a place of honesty, Lindsay examines the difficult questions, looks at the tough emotions, and paints the pictures that are sometimes difficult to look at. She wants her fiction to resonate with readers as realistic, poetic, and powerful. Lindsay wants women readers to be able to say, “I see myself in that novel.” She wants to speak to the modern woman’s experience while also bringing a twist of something new and exciting. Her aim is for readers to say, “That could happen,” or “I feel like the characters are real.” That’s how she knows she's done her job.
Lindsay's hope is that by becoming a published author, she can inspire some of her students and other aspiring writers to pursue their own passions. She wants them to see that any dream can be attained and publishing a nov
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