She came to Key West to sell her mother's place and say goodbye. She didn't plan on a reason to stay - or a song she thought she'd lost for good.

At fifty-three, Addie Beaumont has a quiet Ohio house, a grown daughter who worries too much, a marriage that ended after twenty-eight years, and one last errand: fly down to Key West, clean out the little conch cottage her late mother left her, and put the failing old café on the harbor up for sale. Two weeks. In and out. Back to her careful, half-empty life.

Then she meets Cy Pruitt - the gruff, widowed woodworker next door who builds guitars nobody hears him play and has quietly kept her mother's place from falling into the water for years. And she walks into the Sunset Porch, the open-air café and Friday-night music porch where the whole island used to gather at golden hour - only to find it shuttered and sagging, with a slick developer circling the lease.

A retired music teacher who grew up on that Friday music cannot walk away. So Addie stays, and she and Cy start bringing the old place back board by board - two people who thought their best years were behind them, learning that the sweetest hour might be the one still coming. But a private club wants the whole harbor, her daughter wants her home, and Cy swore a long time ago that he'd never risk his heart again.

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.