Fake it 'til you make it has been the motto I live by since my mother died.

I'm also doing a really bad job at the making it part.

The night we met, I was at my lowest.

But you gave me a reason to feel happy again.

For the first time in over a year, I was optimistic.

You and I? We're the same. Don't form attachments. Follow the rules. Don't dream of a future.

Too bad our hearts wouldn't listen.

And this storm we're going through? The one that threatens to rip us apart?

It doesn't care that I'm falling for you.

When I arrived at your resort, I was broken. Emotionally and professionally, I had nothing left.

The last three books I published bombed and the ink was barely dry on my divorce papers. The divorce I never saw coming.

All I needed was peace and quiet, and you gave it to me.

That and so much more.

Hope. Courage. Friendship.

Passion.

The last thing I want to do is leave, but if I stayed, I'd only be staying for you.