Sometimes love makes plans for you while you're busy making plans of your own . . . Finding myself over thirty and divorced, living in the same small town where I grew up, was not exactly the fast track to personal success. So I took action. I landed a job with a bigger practice in a big city where I'd find more opportunities at work, and hopefully in my social life. I was ready to move on. But when Cormac Whitewood and his adorable daughters came into my life, suddenly my big plans didn't seem so shiny and exciting. Suddenly, I was finding myself drawn to the lonely widower, wishing for more time with him. The thing is, Cormac made it clear he wasn't over his late wife-and I'd never force my way into someone else's family. Besides, I'd already made my plans. So why do they feel so wrong? Contains mature themes.