My in-laws have been visiting for the last six weeks. For some, that sentence may have made your hair stand on end, but for me, it comes with a layer of grief. I have lucked out on the in-law lottery. They're great, I adore them but they also live across the ocean from me.

It was a downside to importing my English husband back to Canada.

They arrived early May for a visit with my kids, and ended up extending their stay by one week since we all got sick. But that extra week is up as of tomorrow.

Having them here meant I was able to sneak away far more than usual to work without the distraction of crying, getting snacks, screaming, getting snacks, breaking up fights, getting snacks, wiping noses, getting snacks, changing the channel and did I mention GETTING SNACKS? (What is with toddlers and their endless ability to just scarf down snacks, but you ask them to eat dinner and it's the apocalypse?)

I got to sit in the silence of Starbucks, clicking away at my keyboard grinding out all. the. words. And it was glorious. To the point where I had to have a talk with my husband and say, 'you know, my mental health really needs that uninterrupted work time. Can we up Little Man's daycare?' And thankfully, my MIL and mom wanted to pitch in too to give me more uninterrupted work time.

Angels. I swear.

So, I'll still have Little Lady at home with me, but she is surprisingly much less needy? Considering she's only one she certainly likes doing her own thing which is nice.

So, all of this is to say that thanks to my MIL taking the kids for me while she's been here I've gotten my latest release done way fast than I expected I might be able to.

Need I Say Moore?

Georgia

All my life, I've played it safe. Being a bigger woman, navigating the world in the safest way possible was a no-brainer. I've dated the safe guys, picked a safe career, and stayed close to my family.

But all it's gotten me is a boring life with nothing to show for it. After turning forty last year, I found myself still single, working more than ever, and now, all my sisters are married and having babies.

The only excitement I have anymore is the patient in room 341.

However, Hunter is a pain in my ass. He ribs me constantly, takes nothing seriously, and his flirtatious banter is a ruse to get my guard down so he can get one thing—a conquest.

So then why does it always work? And why am I having such unsafe feelings about a man young enough to be my son?

Hunter

I've been in and out of hospitals with a faulty liver all my life. Which sounds like a terrible thing—if not for Nurse Georgia.

Although fifteen years my senior, she's the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. So, I spend every chance I get to flirt with her, hoping that one day it's enough to make her say yes to a date.

Then one day, she lays it on me: stop this now. I don't want to be the butt of your joke. What joke is that? I realize that all this time, acting like nothing matters made her think that she doesn't matter, and that's the falsest thing I've ever heard.

So, with more than one ticking clock ahead of me, I have to rectify what I took too far and show Georgia how much she means to me.

No, I have to show her I love her—need I say more?

The twist at the end of the book was actually asked of me by a reader. Do you have something you'd like to see in a story? Let me know! I'm always looking for inspiration, and I'd love to write your dream scenario.

That's it from me this week. Until next time.

With love,

Kylie xo