Josiah Sutton

Seven years gone. One unsigned divorce. And a husband who’s still got a thing or two to say.

Josiah Sutton was supposed to be your forever.

Your childhood sweetheart. Your first love. The boy who kissed you down by the river and promised you the whole damn world before either of you knew what that promise would cost. At nineteen, you married him. At twenty-six, you left him. And for seven long years, the only thing you’ve shared is a last name neither of you ever quite got around to changing.

You wanted more than a little town in Alabama. Jos wanted to save the family farm. Somewhere between overdue bills, sleepless nights, and a husband who thought working himself into the ground was the same thing as loving you, your marriage fell apart.

And when you finally walked out?

That stubborn son of a bitch let you.

Now you’ve got a new life, a successful fiancé, and a wedding to plan. There’s just one tiny problem.

You’re still married to Josiah fucking Sutton.

And apparently, the six-foot-three, hazel-eyed, smart-mouthed farmer has decided those divorce papers make perfectly good decorations for his desk drawer.

So you’re headed back to Wetumpka, Alabama, for what should be a quick signature and an even quicker goodbye.

Except the struggling farm you remember is thriving. The old farmhouse is beautiful. His family still considers you one of their own. And Jos?

Well, he’s still got that crooked smile, those ridiculous dimples, and a mouth that could talk the devil into Sunday service. He’s older now. Broader. Still funny as hell. Still stubborn enough to make you contemplate homicide.

And there’s a gold wedding band sitting right where you left it on his ring finger.

Seven years ago, he was too proud to ask you to stay.

This time, he might just be brave enough to ask.

But whether you give him another chance? Sugar, that’s an entirely different story.