After a bitter divorce, house rehabber Lisa Bennigan needs a fresh start with her three kids. When she inherits a house in St. Louis, she soon discovers she's out of her depth. Will she be able to rehab the house on her own?
Country boy, Jackson Tydell, needs something to shake him from his rut. Living alone with his dog, Marshall, he's working from home, wearing the same sweatpants and t-shirt everyday. When an interesting woman moves into the house behind him. He's intrigued and offers to contribute his skills. Will their friendship blossom into something more?
When the neighborhood erupts into gossip about her, Lisa is thrown into despair. Can she ever out-live her husband's shameful past? Can a slightly magical casserole dish heal their neighborhood? Or will Lisa need to move again?
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Who could she call for help? Coughing into her sleeve, Lisa Bennigan picked up her phone from off a pile of bills. Every red line sent hot daggers toward her ex-husband.
Rock bottom. She hit rock bottom. No. She was under the rock in rock bottom. Underneath and buried. All because of Keith.
Sitting on a moving box in her kitchen, surrounded by paper and unwashed dishes, Lisa gripped her phone. Flatware, packaged food, and cups littered the countertops ready for her to wrap and store. Several half-packed boxes clogged the floor with crumpled paper springing out like pale jack-in-the-boxes.
Holding the cell, she scrolled through her recent calls. Fifty of them. All to secure an apartment for the four of them within her budget in the Phoenix valley. Each one wanted an additional twelve hundred dollar pet deposit for Edith’s white schnauzer-mix, Missy. Twelve hundred dollars Lisa didn’t have.
Lisa clenched her jaw. Because of Keith, Edith already had to start first grade at a new school. Still, Edith cried for him at night. She couldn’t lose Missy, too. Could Lisa hawk a kidney? Missy had to stay with the family. For Edith’s sake.
With a constricted chest, Lisa scrolled until names appeared on her recent call list and hoped for a sign of biblical proportions—pillars of fire over a number or trumpeting angels signaling aid. She needed a lifeline, a listening ear, or someone who could remove this boulder from her chest. And the stress of a looming deadline. She needed a miracle.
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Italian
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