Enya Ryan only wanted a weekend away. Just a long four day weekend. Slightly depressed, full of gut-slimming anxiety, she drives and drives...and drives. Where the hell is this place? She wants to curse her realtor sister but Jenna is the only person left in the world who doesn't judge her or her useless marriage.

What do you get for being loyal to a man who absolutely cannot be faithful? What happens when you believe in a soldier who fought for your freedoms yet keeps you locked in his mental hell? What results from supporting a man's every depressive purchase leading to bankruptcy and mortgage refinances? BEING REPLACED, THAT'S WHAT!

Enya's inner voice now raises to a tone in her head just louder than the squeaking of the wipers. Girl, if you can survive your husband, you can certainly find a beach house in the dark. Suddenly he appears. He moves gracefully from around the side of the house towards his truck. He takes notice of her, stopped in the distance of the driveway. He nods and bends into his front seat for his water. Enya's mind screams "turn around and go girl!", but her heart makes her foot come off the brake rolling the car forward towards the most beautiful man she's ever seen.