About this book
Owen Marsh hasn't been touched in four years, and he's not expecting that to change tonight.
He just wants his coffee, his cheeseburger, and the last two hours of highway between him and home. But there's a nineteen-year-old pacing the parking lot of a roadside diner with no phone, no wallet, and no ride — and she needs to get to the same small town in Maine where he lives.
He does the decent thing. Gives her his phone. Drives her home. Drops her off.
Good deed for the day.
A week later, someone knocks on his door holding a homemade lasagna. She looks familiar — same dark hair, same eyes — but she's not the girl from the diner. She's the girl's older sister. Early thirties, single, and she only gets one free afternoon a month.
She chose to spend this one baking for a stranger.
The lasagna is just the appetizer.
