𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦

Lana Mae Wolff is used to quiet.
Soft voices, soft sunlight, soft edges.
She grew up in Florida heat where cicadas hummed and cherry sodas fizzed in her mother's hand.
Now she's in Utah, where everything is too clean, too quiet, too far from the ocean she misses.

Her mother has a new husband, Dwight Hansen, a man built from discipline, order, and a Navy life he can't leave behind. He's polite, watchful, controlled-but in a house full of children, chaos finds him. Toby, Lana's little brother, tests every boundary. Dwight's own kids, Pearl and Skippy, navigate the tension in their own ways.

Dwight tries to be the "good man."
He tries to be steady, calm, unshakable.
But there's something about Lana-the way she moves, the quiet confidence in her gaze, the way she sees everything he wants to ignore-that makes him question his own control.

This a forbidden love story.
It's a house full of nearly-strangers learning how to live together,
a girl noticing everything,
a man trying to hold it all together,
and the quiet tension of family, control, and secrets that refuse to stay buried.

In Utah, among pine-scented air and tidy streets, Lana Mae learns that home isn't always safe, and the people who live there aren't always what they seem.