I didn't plan on coming home at forty-three. And I definitely didn't plan on letting the wrong man into our house. Newly divorced, unemployed, and out of options, moving back into my childhood home was supposed to be temporary--just long enough to get back on my feet and take care of my mother. But the house had problems I couldn't fix. So I hired a handyman who said he could. Lance Cutler arrived with confidence, charm, and every solution we needed. My mother welcomed him like a gift sent st...