Instead of going on our honeymoon, I’ve run home to Lonesome, Oregon. It seems as good a place as any to lick my wounds. It's peaceful, remote, and my favorite person in the whole world lives here: my grandma.  She needs help running the Sweet Escape Bed and Breakfast, and I need a place to lie low while I hide from the mess my life has become.  And it appears I’m not the only one running from something painful.   A gorgeous man with sad eyes has been holed up in cabin seven since he arrived. I told myself to stay away from him, but my curiosity got the better of me.  If only I hadn't knocked on his door.  That’s when things went downhill.  That’s when things got a whole lot more complicated.  I came to Lonesome to recover from a broken heart.  I’m afraid I’ll be leaving with a heart more damaged than it was when I arrived.