It was like seeing a ghost. When my late husband's twin brother moves back to our small town, I want to avoid him. Everything about Wes reminds me of the man I lost and the life we'd planned together, and after eighteen long months struggling just to get out of bed, I'm finally doing okay. I have a new job, an amazing support group, and a beautiful five-year-old daughter to parent. I don't want to go backward. But I'm drawn to him, too. He understands my grief and anger and guilt like no one else-and I understand his. Before long, that understanding becomes desire, and that desire becomes uncontrollable. He says he doesn't care what people think, and love can never be wrong. But life has taught me its cruelest lesson--love doesn't always win. If only my heart would believe it.