The Second Chance Fixer Upper by Grace Worthington

Single moms don’t get second chances, right?
In Hallmark movies, yes.
In reality, doubtful.
Especially when you have a five-year-old interrupting your “alone time” with the man of your dreams.
Put your hand up if you’ve ever moved to a new place and found a wild animal loose in your attic, and your former high school sweetheart shows up, looking just as incredibly handsome as the day he kissed you?
*Puts hand up.* Just me?
Then I probably don’t need to tell you that all I can think about is how I’d like to kiss him right now. . . and that is a big NOPE.
Because I’m a single mom, and my whole life is in a state of major renovation right now. Especially since I bought a major fixer upper in the beach town where I grew up and moved in with my daughter.
I can’t fall in love. And I definitely don’t do relationships.
Not when I’m trying to wrangle a five-year-old into a pair of unicorn tights while getting ready to teach science at the local high school.
There’s no way Jack and I will get a second chance at love. He’s a confirmed bachelor who will never settle down. And I’ve got more baggage than a jumbo jet can hold.
We’re just two friends who once were in love.
Except he’s bringing back all the intense feelings I had when we were together.
Now if someone could convince my heart of how impossible this is, I’d be able to focus on my fixer upper.
And forget that I’m the one who has a heart that needs fixing up . . . by the only man who’s ever had a hold on it.