Silver Dish by Tarin Lex

What can happen, will happen—falling for my dishy ex-husband won’t be the first time I’ve proven Murphy’s Law tonight.

At 14, we were lovers.
At 15, we were parents.

At 25, we were divorced.

I haven’t seen him in 18 years, and now we’re… stranded.
The night before our daughter’s wedding.
In a cozy cottage in a snowstorm in Wylder Bluffs, Idaho.
In December.

What can happen will happen—that goes for happily ever afters, too.
The best part of messing up is the second chance.