Twelve years ago, I did the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, I broke the heart of the woman I loved. The one I intended to marry. I left everything I had ever known—my family, my hometown. Her.
But I never stopped loving her.
Now I’m back in my hometown, Aspen Falls, Colorado. And so is she.
I’ve tried to keep my distance, but in a small town like this there’s no way to avoid her. Even if I wanted to. She still owns my heart. I can’t help but question if her lips still taste like the strawberry lip gloss she wore and if my hands still remember her curves the way they used to.
I broke her heart twelve years ago. What she doesn’t know is that I broke mine too.
They may say the third time’s the charm. Can I convince her to give me a second chance or are memories the only thing that remain between us?
