Flirting With Fifty

Paige and Jack had a thing.
A long time ago, under the starry sky of Paris. She’s never forgotten that night — the magic and promise of it, the abandon and empowerment of claiming what she wanted.

A lot of time has passed. She’s older and wiser and finally making strides in her career.
She has grown children and a contented life. She has enough, and even if she might long for the warmth of an embrace, or a foot rub every now and then, or someone to dance barefoot in the kitchen with, she’s resigned to the fact that she has a full life.

And then she’s voluntold she’s co-teaching a class with the hot shot visiting professor. Who just so happens to be the man she experienced that one magical night with. She’s mortified until she’s convince he either doesn’t recognize her or doesn’t remember her.

When Jack finally connects the dots, he can’t believe it’s the girl from Paris. The girl who crossed his mind every so often even though she faded into the morning fog like a wraith.
He’s raw and scarred from his losses, and he shouldn’t be yearning for the inherent promise of an encounter he should have forgotten a long time ago.

They say that there is a season for everything. The season wasn’t right all those years ago, but it is now. And neither Paige nor Jack can resist its inexorable pull.Thank you to Netgalley and the publisher for providing me with an advance copy in exchange for an honest review.

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