What do you call a herd of rhinos? A crash. That about sums up my life, too.



Having spent the last three years caring for my dying mother, I need a new leash on life. So I say goodbye to the UK and take a job opening at a small-town vet clinic in the US.



Via a layover in New York. Where I get, ahem, laid over. With a man.



Not something I've ever done in my forty-three years. Not something I intend on repeating.



Which won't be a problem since I'll never see the guy again . . . Until I step into the local bakery.



There's no way anything can happen between Jeremy and me. I'm lost, grieving, and, oh yeah, straight. He also happens to be fifteen years younger than me. So what is it about the sexy baker that's suddenly got me talking?



Contains mature themes.