Coming May 7

A runaway bride. A grumpy lobsterman.
And the second chance neither of them planned for.

I left Merritt Point once without looking back.

Now, I’m stranded on the side of the road in a wedding dress, rain pouring down, my vintage Charger dead. And the man who pulls up to rescue me is the one I left behind.

Twelve years ago, Ethan Murphy was everything to me. Now he’s Merritt Point’s broody lobsterman, splitting his time between the boat and his parents’ struggling seafood shack. He has every reason to send me packing.

Instead, he offers me his couch.

And somehow that’s worse, because slipping back into his life feels easy. His grandmother still hugs me like I never stopped belonging. His dog curls up at my feet. Every morning, there’s an iced coffee waiting, made exactly how I used to take it.

Ethan isn’t big on words. He doesn’t have to be. The tension between us is loud enough. It’s in the way his hands flex when I brush past him. The way his gaze drops to my mouth mid-sentence. The quiet that settles between us in the kitchen after midnight, heavy as the humid New England air.

We both know what happens if we stop pretending this is temporary.

I only meant to stay long enough to catch my breath and figure out my next move.

But Merritt Point has always felt like home. And Ethan Murphy has always been my undoing.

Sooner or later, I’ll have to decide. Run again, or stay and risk everything.