For six years, Bear Hannigan has carried Lulu Reyes's crates of limes, fixed her busted freezer at five in the morning, and never once said why. The whole harbor has a wager going on which of them cracks first. Neither one is in any hurry to find out.

At sixty, Lulu Reyes has buried a husband, raised a son, and run the best cafe-con-leche counter in Key West for longer than most of the shrimpers have been alive. She has her counter, her regulars, the long gold sunset hour over the water, and a scruffy stray named Pirata who adopted her. It is enough. It has to be enough.

Then a slick developer starts quietly buying up the working basin for a private club that has no room for shrimp boats or cafe windows. The co-op's lease is up, the old freezer is dying, a storm is turning in the Gulf, and the one man who can help Lulu save the heart of the harbor is the one man she has spent six years refusing to need.

Bear Hannigan lost his wife five years ago and swore he would never stand at another bedside. But a runaway dog, a failing freezer, and one stubborn matchmaking ghost are about to do what two grown widowers won't do for themselves.

A sweet, clean, slow-burn second-chance romance with no spice and a guaranteed happily-ever-after. Welcome to Key West, where every book is a new couple, a fresh start, and a happy ending.