Ryan's never forgotten that first, sweet, innocent kiss.
The way his insides curled up.
The way his entire body came alive.
He thought they'd be together forever.
But then, the siren call of the band took him away.
Women throwing themselves at him.
But he never forgot her.
She always held a place in his heart.
Even if she did tell him to leave.
Becky didn't want to love him.
Watching him walk away had been the hardest thing she'd ever done in her life.
She'd picked up the shattered pieces of her heart and forged ahead--making a new life for herself--without him.
Then he came home.
To bury his mother.
Seeing him, alone by the side of the grave threatened to unravel her.
If she could just keep her distance--until he left--then she'd be okay.
But his mother had other ideas.