The gardener was in the right place, at the right time, to catch me in his arms. He was just the wrong man. It's the twenty-first century but being the heiress to one of the wealthiest families in the country comes with expectations.
Lily is a Duchamp. She's destined to marry one of the powerful men her parents approve of, with the money and status to match the Duchamp heiress. But at a museum gala, she tumbles into the arms of the handsome gardener. Greg is sweet and kind, and Lily falls in love as quickly as she fell into his arms.
When Greg saves a woman from a nasty accident, he doesn't realize who she is. Greg is not rich or powerful, and he's happiest on the beach collecting driftwood and sea glass. But he's never met anyone like Lily. The socialite in crimson silk is sweet and witty, and so very lonely. Greg willingly gives his heart to a girl who could never be his.
Greg and Lily know they can't be together, but they can be friends. Will that be enough for them as they walk hand-in-hand along the beach, cartwheel on the sand, and look at the sunlight through sea glass?