Daydreamer

There are three kinds of people in Honeybridge, Maine: The Honeycutts, who know a lot about love and loyalty; The Wellbridges, who think they’re the epitome of wealth and refinement; and the rest of the Honeybridgers, who know better than to get in the way of the centuries-old rivalry between the two.

Once upon a time, Pop Honeycutt nicknamed me Daydreamer… but that was a long while ago. As in, two doomed art degrees, one soul-crushing break-up, and an epic disgrace ago.

Nowadays, I’m plain old PJ Honeycutt.

A failure.

And let me tell you, if there’s anything worse than having your childhood dreams die a painful death, it’s being forced to crawl back to your hometown to ride out the shame. If the weight of the Honeybridgers’ disapproving stares doesn’t suffocate me, their sympathy just might.

Fortunately for me, there’s a new guy in town this season, and his offer of a short-term fling might be the only thing that saves my sanity.

Kit Marlowe came to Honeybridge to get away from the world. He’s broad-shouldered, brawny, and sexy-as-all-heck, he takes photographs that tell entire stories, and he’s way more interested in how I kiss than in getting all the gory details of my fall from grace.

In fact, Kit has just one rule for our non-relationship, and it’s as perfect as the rest of him: we don’t talk about our pasts. Not ever. And it turns out, this blank canvas is exactly what I need .

Before I know it, I’m painting again.

I’m living again.

And despite our agreement, I can’t help but fantasize about the most audacious daydream ever–one where he and I end up together, despite all the unspoken truths that threaten to tear us apart.