I've been free-falling ever since my husband handed me divorce papers for Christmas. It's been ten months since then, and I'm still scrambling to find a new landing spot. My ex didn't just shatter my heart; he stole the gear shop I started.
So, now I'm untethered and climbing solo.
My new rock-climbing instructor seems eager to be my anchor every time I crash in front of him. And I might be willing to give him a chance except for one thing—he's five years younger than me.
And that's an age difference I'm not willing to traverse.
So, even though I'm ignoring him, Cliff seems determined to overcome any mountain of obstacles.
And me? I'm standing on the edge of a precipice, afraid of what might happen if I cut him any slack.