Amor profundo

My life basically boils down to: 1. Keeping my eight-year-old daughter happy. 2. Keeping my job at the elementary school. 3. Keeping my dream of being a full-time artist locked away somewhere I can't get my heart broken. Easy, simple, no drama. And then Fisher Wright arrives in Star Falls. He's tall, charming, and British, and has the kind of appeal that should come with a warning label. He's only going to be here for eight weeks to help a famous music superstar record her next album. First, we have a harmless conversation and flirt at the bar. Then we have a few glasses of wine on my porch. Then come the stolen kisses by the falls. And finally… Oh no: real feelings, the big, confusing kind that complicate your life, and that I swore I didn't have time for. But his life is in New York, and mine is here. A long-distance fairy tale? Please… They never come true, especially not when there’s a child involved. So why is he secretly making plans to show my art to Manhattan’s elite? Why am I suddenly picturing him at my daughter’s soccer games? And why do I feel like the only temporary thing here… is the eight-week expiration date we agreed on?