She has kept every island story but her own. At sixty, she is about to become the one Sanibel cannot stop talking about.
Roz Tindall has spent her life keeping the island's history straight - every deed, every storm, every family that ever lit a lamp on this sand - from her desk in the old one-room schoolhouse on the Tarpon Bay landing. She lost her husband seven years ago, and somewhere along the way she set the bright, wondering part of herself behind glass with the rest of the collection. Careful. Catalogued. Closed.
Then a smooth developer starts buying up the landing for a gated resort, and the one man who knows the bay better than her records walks back into her life: Sal Quintero, the retired refuge biologist who was her first love at eighteen - the summer before he left the island without a word.
Now they are shoulder to shoulder in the fight to save the schoolhouse, the rookery, and the public bay everyone grew up on. But a letter Roz was never meant to find, and an old survey with Sal's name on it, are about to drag forty years of unfinished business into the light - and teach two careful people that some history is meant to be lived, not filed.
A sweet, clean, slow-burn second-chance romance with no spice and a guaranteed happily-ever-after. Welcome to Sanibel Island, where every book is a new couple, a fresh start, and a happy ending.
