Tragedy has struck the small town of Butler Island once again. And this time, someone won't survive... Randall Burns lost everything that ever truly mattered in his life: the woman he loved and the closest thing to a brother he'd ever known-all in the same day. Robbed of his soul, he searches far and wide for a method to numb the guilty ache, perfectly happy to roam the remainder of his time on this earth in a whiskey-induced stupor. But the promise he made to his late friend trudges on his growing conscience. Lana Phillips is merely surviving, desperately trying to keep her head above water. She never expected to be a widow at twenty-seven, never imagined she'd be raising her five-year-old son, Connor, on her own. Drowning in heartache and despair, she welcomes the help proffered by her late husband's best friend. But one night-one innocent moment-changes everything. Suddenly, Lana begins to see the world differently-begins to appreciate Randall's encouragement and support, as well as his broad shoulders and sultry smile. Lusting over his best friend's wife is disrespectful-not to mention, completely wrong. Still, he can't deny the spellbinding attraction any more than he can deny that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. Months of friendship, gratitude and utter infatuation land Randall and Lana at a crossroads. Neither direction is paved, but if their broken hearts stand any chance at being rescued, they're both going to have to take a leap of faith.