Evelyn Robinson has built a life around holding herself together-babysitting, working, and smiling through the grief of a family that feels more fractured every day. But when she's pulled into the whirlwind warmth of the Flynn family-bright-eyed Eri, sharp-tongued Asher, and their guarded father, Alexander-she rediscovers something she thought she'd lost: belonging.
Alexander Flynn has spent years being the rock his children need, burying his own pain and denying himself the chance to want more. He's convinced love isn't for men like him-men who know how easily things break. But Evelyn slips past every wall he's built, teaching his daughter to laugh louder, giving his son someone who listens, and making his own heart ache with a hope he swore he didn't deserve.
When Evelyn's world is shattered by tragedy, the fragile balance between them is tested. Alexander is forced to choose between the safety of distance and the risk of love, while Evelyn must decide if she can let someone in when everything else feels like it's slipping away.
Tender, sharp, and unflinchingly honest, Maybe I Love You, is a story about family-found and blood-about grief and healing, and about two people learning that sometimes the messiest, scariest love is the one worth fighting for.