Then Came You

<p><strong style=color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>In the courtroom they're rivals. In the bedroom they're . . . divorced. But could the road trip from hell lead to a second chance at love?</strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)> </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>Aubrey Gates is the hottest divorce lawyer in Chicago a barb-tongued stiletto with legs that go on for miles. When her cool gray eyes meet mine across the battlefield I want her like I've never wanted anyone or anything. Then I remember who she is: the woman who brought me to my knees. The woman who destroyed my faith in relationships.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)> </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>The woman I used to call . . . wife.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)> </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>And she needs a favor.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)> </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>It seems my ex forgot to mention the demise of our marriage to her dear old grammie and now we're </span><em style=color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>both</em><span style=color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)> expected to attend her ninetieth birthday party. In Boston. And because it isn't already awkward enough Aubrey and I are driving there together from Chicago. That's more than a thousand miles of tension heartbreak and barely concealed lust.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)> </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>A little piece of paper might say we're over but this road trip is the true test. I intend to get my wife back . . . and I won't stop until I do.</span></p>