When K comes home from deployment, the distance doesn’t vanish — it settles into something new.
In Seattle, two women begin the quieter work of learning how to share space after months apart: relearning touch, rebuilding rhythm, and discovering what intimacy looks like when no one is leaving. What follows isn’t a rush back into certainty, but a steady deepening — desire reclaimed without urgency, devotion practiced in the ordinary.
From late-winter Seattle to a sunlit interlude in Maui, and back to the landscapes that shaped them long before they met, this second novel in the Laurelhurst series traces a love that grows not through drama, but through attention, trust, and chosen presence. Sensual, grounded, and quietly hopeful, it is a story about what comes after waiting — when love is no longer imagined across distance, but built deliberately, day by day.
