I never planned on marrying my best friend. I never even planned on falling in love.

I've spent my entire life telling anyone and everyone who would listen that I'll never get married, that I'll never even date. My mother made marriage and dating look completely unappealing, so romance is not in the cards for me.

What I never counted on was Sam Holland. He was my brother's best friend first, but somewhere along the way, he became my closest friend, the person I told all of my news to, the one I wanted by my side through it all.

Somewhere along the way, I fell in love with him.

But me and Sam? It won't ever work, not like this. Because he wants a romance-worthy marriage and love story, and I don't feel like I'll ever be worthy of that type of love.

In the end, though, I did marry Sam, and now he's standing in the hallway, waiting for me to let him into my hotel room after not seeing him for six months, and before I let him into my heart again, I need to go back to the beginning to where all of this started. To see if we have what it takes to make this work. To make marriage work. To make us work.