There was an immediate, disarming gravity to him. He wasn’t like the men she’d dated before—men who filled silences with noise and bravado. Steve listened. When she spoke of her mundane job as an accountant, his gaze never wavered, as if her balance sheets were the most fascinating stories he’d ever heard. They talked for … Read more

Six months after that cookout, Amber stood in her childhood bedroom, the lace of her wedding gown cool against her skin. The ceremony was a small, intimate affair in her father’s garden, the very place they’d met. As she said her vows, looking into Steve’s earnest face, a profound sense of peace settled over her. … Read more

Steve sat on the edge of the bed, his broad back to her. The room was empty. There was no phone in his hand. He was speaking to the vacant space beside him. “You would have loved her dress, Stace. It was… she looked like an angel,” he whispered, his voice thick with an emotion … Read more