Three months. One contract. Will it be enough to save a marriage of twenty-eight years? Walter Winslow thoroughly enjoyed his orderly and predictable life. He left for work at exactly the same time each day, ate the same thing for lunch, and returned home to revel in the comfort of a home-cooked meal and his favorite programming on the telly. Though not particularly thrilling, his life was utterly comfortable. That is, until one day, Wendy--his wife of twenty-eight years--asked for a divorce. Wendy Winslow had spent her life doing exactly what was expected of her. She got an education, married a sensible man, birthed two lovely boys, raised them to adulthood, moved across the Atlantic to Colorado to be a part of their lives, and then...she had no idea what came next. Somehow, in the child-rearing and homemaking, she'd forgotten everything about herself and then some. Now living in a strange country with a life that felt anything like her own, she desperately needed to rewrite her story. And she was fairly sure there was no room for Walter in it. In a hail-Mary attempt to salvage their marriage, Walter proposed a three-month do-over in what he knew was Wendy's dream location: Paris. With contract in-hand, Walter made the most terrifying leap of his life to chase the woman he thought he'd be with forever. But it may be too little, too late. If you love endearing characters, risks worth taking, and unexpected romance, you'll love Gunderson's uplifting and heartwarming read. CHAPTER ONE EXCERPT Walter Winslow was a portly, particular man. Every morning at precisely six o'clock, he would turn off his alarm and swing his legs over the north side of the bed. He then plucked his glasses from the wooden nightstand next to him, adjusted them, and blinked approximately four times to clear his vision before standing. His wife Wendy would reluctantly yawn in response to the disturbance she'd long grown accustomed to. Rolling over, she would pretend to be asleep until Walter disappeared into the bathroom and then fumble for her water cup on the nightstand. While she much preferred to sleep until at least half-past seven, that simply wasn't an option when married to one, Walter Winslow. Walter expected a freshly ironed shirt. Walter expected a warm breakfast before he left for the office at exactly quarter-past seven. And Walter wasn't accustomed to being disappointed. For twenty-eight years, they'd followed the same routine. Every night, Walter would return from the office and plop himself down in his favourite recliner and turn on old episodes of Law and Order, Xena Warrior Princess, or a handful of other American shows that Wendy had no interest in whatsoever. Even when their children were young and impressionable, she wasn't able to convince him to turn off the tube, so fat chance of that happening now that she was the only person left at home to complain. Instead of nagging, Wendy would sigh, wishing she could pick up the phone to chat with Mary—an old friend from A-levels—whilst washing the dirty dishes. For twenty-eight years, Wendy had reluctantly resigned herself to a life of veritable boredom and predictability. But—to be fair—it wasn't all bad. She and Walter had plenty of good—even pleasant—moments, truly. Though, many of those moments she created with Walter actively dragging his feet. Like the day they spent at Standley Lake, or the time she insisted they take the boys to see how candy canes were made at Hammond's Candy Factory. She often wondered what those days would've looked like if he'd shown even a sliver of interest or excitement. Even so, Walter had always provided for their family, and neither she nor their children had ever known physical want. She didn't resent him for the rest of it. At least she didn't think she did. The anger and frustration had seeped out of her years ago, replaced by an underlying level of general dissatisfaction. Despite the fact that she had come to terms with her pragmatic existence years ago, when Wendy walked into Sprouts for her weekly produce—including ruby-red organic strawberries, since the advert listed a sale—she found herself staring unabashedly at a perfect stranger in the dairy section.