Slow hands: A Small Town Second-Chance Romance

Ivy Calderón has kept her family's accounts in a shoebox since she was eleven. She knows the real number. Wes Mabry opens her locker on the first week of junior year, tells her everything is broken and you just have to know where, and walks off down the hall.

They get one good year before his father's shop goes under. They get four more before he ends it in a truck cab in December - not because he stopped wanting her, but because he couldn't stand being the reason her life got smaller.

She leaves. She becomes something. And when she comes back, it's to a funeral, a workshop with two working lights, and a man who spent four years getting better at the one thing nobody wants anymore.

Then comes the marriage, and the business built on a dead man's name, and a Friday with four hundred dollars in the account and payroll due. A baby brought home to a house with a hole in the floor. And the winter Wes stops answering the door from the inside.

Ivy has carried everything else. She can't carry a man who won't tell her where he's gone.

A twenty-year love story about money, work, and the long way home. Some things aren't broken. Some things are just under paint.