Lily Ridge

They say you experience three great loves in your lifetime. Most people assume they're three different people...but what if they're wrong?
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Rowan
I’ve imagined kissing Violet Larkin more times than I’ll ever admit. Back when we were eighteen and too scared to risk what we had. Back when she’d fall asleep on my shoulder and I’d stare at her mouth, wondering if she wanted me too.
Loving Violet was easy. Believing I was worthy of her was the hard part. So I enlisted and left Lily Ridge before I could ask her to wait for me.
Now I’m back, but one look at the woman in front of me, at the hurt in her eyes, and I know—leaving was the biggest mistake of my life.
I just don’t know if I deserve the chance to make it right.
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Violet
Rowan Wolfe left without a word. We were never together. He never promised me anything.
It still broke me.
We were a thousand almosts but never brave enough to make it real.
Six years later, Rowan's back in Lily Ridge with calloused hands and guarded eyes. And when he looks at me, everything we left unfinished comes rushing back.
The boy I loved in silence now stands in front of me as a man, and my heart never learned how to let him go.
But what if loving him now only means losing him again?

Beau
I've spent years making myself easy to overlook. Work at the shop, go home, keep my head down.
Then my best friend's wedding sends me cross-country with the maid of honor—one truck, one cottage, and nonstop chatter I can't tune out.
Whitley Collins talks to strangers like old friends and asks the questions I've spent years avoiding. I tell myself I just have to get her there on time.
I don't just get her there. I fall for her.
But letting her in means she'll find out why I never left Lily Ridge, and I know exactly what happens once people find out.
They leave.
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Whitley
I've been told I'm too loud and chatty my entire life.
So when I'm stuck on a road trip with Beau Sinclair—a man who communicates mostly in grunts and disapproving eyebrow movements—I figure he'll be begging me to take a vow of silence.
Instead, he listens. All the way through my excellent game of naming every cow we pass.
We make it to the wedding. We dance. I even get the broody guy to smile like he means it.
Then he shuts me out. No explanation.
And I'm left wondering… Was I too much after all?
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