Crisp white shirt. Fluorescent glare from his watch as he adjusts his tie. He looks smart. He might be. Whoever he is. But it’s the guy behind him on his knees plugging in a vintage IBM who is the smart one. Like, really smart. If he wasn’t, they wouldn’t call him so much to fix what they can’t. Did I mention he’s a genius? He drives a sensible car. He’s nice to his sister. He can look after himself. But even with poor impulse control and severe ADHD, he worships me.
Following the death of her parents, Sage Willows had lovingly nurtured her younger sisters through childhood. She loved her sisters. She'd seen each one married, and was glad to see them settled and happy. Furthermore, she held no resentment at never having found a good man of her own to settle down with. Yet, regret is different than resentment-and far more haunting. Still, Sage found as much joy as was allowed a lonely young woman-in being proprietress of Willows' Boardinghouse, and in the companionship of the four beloved widow-women boarding there. Until, that is, the devilishly handsome Rebel Lee Mitchell appeared. It seemed Reb Mitchel instantly and forever vanquished Sage's feigned contentment. Dark, mysterious and secretly wounded, Reb Mitchell utterly captured Sage's lonely heart. Nevertheless, to Sage Williows, the powerfully attractive cowboy-admired and coveted by every female in his path-seemed entirely unobtainable. How could a weathered, boardinghouse-proprietress resigned to spinsterhood, ever hope to hold the attention of such a man? And knowing she couldn't-would Sage Willows simply sink deeper into the bleak loneliness she'd secreted for so long?
There is a small town where the river meets the Straits of Melaka. It is one of those laidback small towns where everything moves at a snails pace, perched on the very edge of modernity and antiquity. This is a place where one would think that nothing ever happens. But, people talk and they tell stories of things that happened to other people. Stories of a man who cared too much that he is blind to his own bad influence, of people desperate for love, of one who dare not risk another heart-break, of one who desires for that they cannot have and of a person who just want to be loved. These are people whose desire blurred the thin line between love, lust and loneliness.
