Meadows Sisters

Two weeks ago, I finalized a divorce from a man who spent five years deceiving me. Now, I'm embracing a new chapter and another chance at the life I want. To celebrate being single, I decide to take a spontaneous trip with my sister to Capri, Italy. No itinerary. No plans. Only a promise to see where Capri takes us. Little did I know it would be on a yacht with a handsome stranger.

Losing my job wasn’t on my to-do list for this work trip. But here I am—unemployed, craving a decent iced latte, and one bad mood away from a full-on identity crisis. No job? This too shall pass. No plan? Story of my life. No boyfriend? Please. Men are exhausting. At least, that’s what I tell myself, right up until a grumpy ball of hotness offers to help me at the airport. Tuxedo in disarray. Jawline perfectly chiseled. Smolder for days. He looks like heartbreak suited in expensive cologne. The kind I could get drunk on.