NATIONAL BESTSELLER • Sometimes love sends you back to the drawing board. After a traumatic accident threatens the foundations of their happy marriage, a couple tries to rebuild and find their way back to each other—and themselves—in this tender, slow-burn romance by the bestselling author of Ready or Not and Promise Me Sunshine . “Cara Bastone is an absolute master of tender, emotional, soul-charged love stories.”—B.K. Borison, New York Times bestselling author of First-Time Caller Roz and Vin can’t look each other in the eyes anymore, let alone share a bed. It’s been a year since they survived a life-altering accident, and their marriage hasn’t been the same. But Roz has held out hope that they can fix things, until she discovers Vin has signed a new lease. So she does what any soon-to-be-divorced Manhattanite would do: sign up for a figure-drawing class. Between Roz’s determined attempts to improve her artistic skills and her adventures with her best friend, Raffi, she can almost ignore Vin’s impending move-out date and his footsteps in their previously unoccupied guest room. But it would all be a lot easier if Vin wasn’t Raffi’s older brother, and if she didn’t still find him incredibly, debilitatingly attractive and kind. So kind, in fact, that Vin offers to let Roz draw him . What is she supposed to say? It’s probably better than her original plan of finding some random male model online, and she needs all the practice she can get. Plus, that’s sure to make a separation easier, right? Focus on every detail of your estranged spouse’s body while drawing him in the nude? But after the year they’ve spent avoiding each other, it feels good to see and be seen by one another again. As Roz works to capture the wholeness of the person she fell in love with, will they both be able to draw upon the feelings they buried deep inside to finally heal together? “Cara Bastone is an absolute master of tender, emotional, soul-charged love stories. Her writing feels like a fish hook in my chest, in the best possible way. No Matter What is an aching meditation on love in all its forms and how it changes and shifts and molds itself around you. I’ll love everything Bastone ever does . . . no matter what.” — New York Times bestselling author B.K. Borison, author of Lovelight Farms “Cara Bastone is writing the new classics in romance. These are sacred texts; stories that feel familiar and fresh all at once.” —Tarah Dewitt, USA Today bestselling author “Silent yearning and aching hearts animate this deeply emotional contemporary. . . . Bastone makes their reconciliation a delicious slow burn. . . . This impresses.” — Publishers Weekly “Bastone brings her signature tender character development to a marriage-in-trouble romance, perfect for readers seeking more of this trope after reading Tarah DeWitt’s smash hit Left of Forever. ” —Library Journal “Through exquisite turns of phrase and a fascinating cast of characters, [Cara] Bastone provides a loving portrait of New York City and an intimate and poignant look at a fractured relationship. . . . Most romance novels depict the growth of a relationship, but this one very successfully shows one deconstructed and then built anew. It’s a lovely story that will wring readers’ hearts.” — BookPage Cara Bastone is the bestselling author of Ready or Not and Promise Me Sunshine . She lives and writes in Brooklyn with her husband, sons, and an almost-goldendoodle. Her goal with her work is to find the swoon in ordinary love stories. She's been a fan of the romance genre since she found a grocery bag filled with her grandmother's old Harlequin Romances when she was in high school. She's a fangirl for pretzel sticks, long walks through Prospect Park, and love stories featuring men who aren't hobbled by their own masculinity. One Is now a good time to mention that my husband has been leaving me in increments (first the far side of the bed, then the guest room, and now, apparently, his own apartment) and I’m not taking it well? Lease start date August 15. Join me here, in my kitchen, with a glass of wine that’s somehow found its way into my trembling hand, staring at this sheaf of paper I’ve just discovered, that my husband has pinned to the kitchen counter with a twenty-eight-ounce can of diced tomatoes. So. He’s moving out. What the f*** do we do with this? If you’re like me, you might be asking yourself this very question. Well, what the f*** do I do with it? I set my wine down. The fact that he’s chosen a twenty-eight-ounce can of diced tomatoes to pin that note to the counter suddenly feels a bit like a gauntlet. Because, when my world is crumbling, I feed people. Actually, when my world is gorgeous and peachy and shining with the light of a thousand Instagram filters, I feed people. Can you guess the pattern? I feed people! He could have chosen a twelve-ounce can. He could have left it on the counter with nothing holding it in pl