June Calloway has quit the job, sublet the apartment and driven four hundred miles north to be the new pastry chef at the Nightingale Inn. She is ready for early mornings and salt air. She is not ready for the man in her kitchen doorway, scowling at her as though she is the one who does not belong.
Graham Hartwell gave up everything to keep his family’s inn standing. He did not hire a pastry chef, he cannot afford one, and he has no idea what to do with a woman who fixes his temperamental oven in ten minutes flat and smiles at him like the whole day is hers.
Then the boiler dies, June ends up on the family floor, and a kitchen wall comes down to reveal something behind the plaster that nobody in the family can account for.
Closed door: kisses on the page, everything else behind them. A standalone with a happy ending — Book One of the Nightingale Inn, and it finishes its own love story.