Don’t kiss your best friend’s daughter is an unspoken rule of life. No one says the words aloud because everyone knows kissing someone young enough to be your child is wrong. After crossing the line, I knew the best thing to do was avoid her because one taste wasn’t enough. But fate had other plans for us.
Jonah’s a 48-year-old widower who lost his wife four years ago. He’s filled his days with work, concerts, and solo travel. He figures he had his chance at a once-in-a-lifetime love. Abigail’s his best friend’s 24-year-old daughter, who recently moved back to the area for a job she couldn’t refuse. She’s a flannel-wearing, sweater-loving, pumpkin-everything fan who lives for caramel apples, bonfires, and candy corn. The only thing he likes about the summer ending is ski season is only a few months away. Their first encounter is at a banquet honoring her father. The next is at a dive bar concert for a band no one else wanted to see with them. A third chance meeting has them comparing schedules and deciding to attend events together instead of solo. The last thing either of them expects is to fall harder than they think they should.