There are just some things you shouldn't take with you. The last thing Lily Cantada wants to do is go home. In slow, sleepy suburbia there are too many reminders of all who had left-including the man she thought she would spend the rest of her life with. She left, too, and never looked back, hopping from one place to another. But her father is sick, her mother is a mess, and her siblings want her to just sit her ass down. So now, Lily is sleeping in the tiny single bed of her childhood, stuck between her parents, her grumpy brother, and her frazzled sister. And she's totally dependent on their new neighbor and his dark blue pickup truck. She could also be totally crushing on him, but that's neither here nor there-because she's a rolling stone, and he's...moss? The last thing Carlo Joson wants is to get involved-with anything or anyone. After years of being the wayward son, the irresponsible man, he's come home to find some peace and quiet. He's so bent on staying put he's decided to try and make a living off root, crop, and soil. There are parts of Lily's life that he's all too familiar with. He lived that high-speed car chase, and he knows what's coming around the bend-the inevitable crash and burn. But who is he to give her a talking to? She's a rolling stone, and he's a man carrying a cross. But that's the thing about relationships-everybody comes into it carrying a lot of baggage.