Freedom

There were only two things that could make me return from my self-imposed exile. One of them's my baby sister's wedding and the other wants nothing to do with me. I thought I had my priorities straight. Priority number one? Work followed closely by women. Notice I said, women. I'm a one and done kind of guy. Refer back to priority number one. I'm allergic to relationships. Besides, I've been told I'm terrible at them by enough women to know when to play to my strengths. I spent years telling myself my family wasn't a priority until I almost believed it. Now, I'm flying to Ireland to face the same family that's pretended I didn't exist for the past five years to try and fix all the things I've destroyed, including myself. But then I walked into her bakery and I quickly realized that I needed to add Violet McGregor to the list of things I had to fix. I wasn't a good guy to her and she agrees. It was time to put those negotiating skills to good use to see if she'd ever forgive me or if it was too late for us and became something I'd regret forever because when it counted, I was too scared to be the man she needed me to be.