He built her a house made entirely of glass. He just never came home to it.

Marisol Duarte spends her days piecing seven-hundred-year-old windows back together. On her sixth anniversary she sits alone at a harbour-side table for ninety minutes, until her husband's assistant texts to say he'll make it up to her.

Rafferty Ashworth closed the biggest deal of his life that same night and felt nothing at all.

So he does the one thing no one expects a man worth billions to do: he shows up at her studio at six in the morning, and asks to be taught how to clean lead.

But when a stroke fells Marisol's mentor and her career-defining commission starts to slip, Rafferty reaches for the only tools he's ever trusted money, speed, control and almost loses her for good.

A dual-POV, second-chance romance about the difference between being provided for and being chosen.

Some marriages don't end. They get rebuilt, piece by piece, until you can't see the join.