A Second Chance at Love

Summary

I got drunk at a reunion with some old coworkers.

One of them ended up calling my broke ex-husband. Figures. I was squatting by the curb when a black Bentley pulled up right in front of me.

My eyes followed a pair of expensive black dress shoes up a pair of long legs in perfectly tailored slacks. Sharp jawline, neat, no-nonsense haircut. This CEO type looked uncannily like my ex – the nerdy programmer with the awkward haircut and glasses. Liam.

I scrambled up and practically threw myself into his arms.