She owns the house. The photographer across the courtyard is about to become her biggest weakness. At thirty-four, Jo Mercer has finally built something that belongs to her. Her photography studio, tucked inside the carriage house of an old Pennsylvania estate, is the first place she's ever chosen for herself. The light is perfect. The rent is manageable. And the enormous main house across the courtyard has been blessedly empty for years. Then Margot Bellamy moves in. Fifty-seven, recently single, effortlessly commanding, and devastatingly attractive, Margot is everything Jo should avoid. Especially since she owns the building Jo works in. But one late-night glance through their facing windows changes everything. Coffee becomes flirtation. Flirtation becomes dinner. And dinner becomes a relationship neither woman expected—intense, irresistible, and impossible to keep safely contained. Jo has never wanted anyone quite like Margot. But wanting a woman who controls the roof over her livelihood comes with complications she's determined not to ignore. And Margot has complications of her own. She's returned to the family estate to decide whether to sell it. With a crumbling house, demanding adult children, and a future she's no longer certain she wants, Margot is accustomed to solving problems with money and decisive action. Except Jo doesn't want to be rescued. When a decision Margot keeps to herself threatens everything Jo has built, the two women discover that falling in love is considerably easier than learning how to trust each other. Because sometimes the hardest part of finding home isn't choosing where to stay. It's choosing someone who will let you be yourself. A scorching, emotionally rich standalone sapphic romance featuring a 23-year age gap, forbidden landlord–tenant attraction, mature heroines, fierce independence, and a hard-won happily ever after.