
When I move back to my ex’s small town, I want to avoid him at all costs. JD didn’t just break my heart ten years ago. He ran it over, then backed over it again. So naturally, I end up as his physical therapist. And to rub salt in the wound, he finds out I’m living out of my car and demands I move into his spare room. Yeah, he’s as bossy as ever. He still acts like he’s allergic to laughter. But he also pampers me after a long night out, remembers my favorite lunch…and insists on making it for me when I forget to eat. The more he grumpily dotes on me, the more I remember how good… Read more.
Trigger and Content Warnings
- Divorce recounted
- Verbal child abuse recounted
- Alcohol consumption & mentions of drug use
- Surgery recounted
- Death of a grandparent mentioned
- Eviction (on-page)









