Mia Calloway bought a house in eleven days to avoid becoming a cautionary tale. She did not expect to also inherit a furious contractor's voicemail, an eleven-thousand-dollar tile dispute, and a raccoon. Jonah Hale doesn't lose jobs. He especially doesn't lose them to a stranger who answers his threats by calling herself a raccoon and somehow still wins the argument. The Larkspur renovation was supposed to be the project that saved his company's reputation after his divorce gutted it. Instead, it's tied up in a legal mess with a woman who has a wedding dress she won't take out of her car and a laugh that ruins his concentration for hours after he hears it. A judge's compromise forces them into the one arrangement neither of them wants: rebuild the house together, or lose it financially, legally, all of it separately. What starts as forced proximity becomes something neither of them has a name for yet, while both of them insist, loudly and often, that this is absolutely not what it looks like. It is exactly what it looks like. They're just the last two people in Larkspur Hill to admit it