It’s been three years, 11 months, and 12 days since Whitney’s husband passed away. It’s taken the same amount of time for her sister-in-law to convince her to finally give the local grief support group a try.
Another Mourning Support Group has everything you’d expect: Stale donuts, strong coffee, weepy strangers…and some things you wouldn’t expect: Opening ceremonies where you pat yourself on the back (seriously) and the familiar, handsome face of the man Whitney bumped into just the day before; widower of seven years, Ezra Beck.
Whitney, in need of a place to live, and Ezra, in need of a roommate, move in together out of sheer convenience. Living with him is easy at first; he’s funny, not bad to look at, and dresses up in a Mrs. Claus costume just to make her laugh. But two damaged people shouldn’t be having this much fun and it’s not long before the guilt and questions about her fidelity consume her. One minute, she’s blushing over a shared strawberry milkshake with Ezra and the next, she’s crying in the bedroom next to his, missing her late husband.
The baggage they carry is strewn across their growing relationship like a minefield. And romantic feelings? Forget about it. They are much safer staying friends, if they can even manage that.
