Rain on Maple Street

Imani Brooks is 25, 5'1", plus-size, glasses, dimples, and done.
After two years with a cheating, abusive boyfriend, she cashes out, packs up her pit mix Max, and drives 3,000 miles to the small rainy town she's always dreamed of: Astoria, Oregon.She buys the little blue house with the big porch on Maple Street. She buys Rose's Diner on Commercial Street, closed since 2018. She has a business plan, a recipe binder, and absolutely no idea how to swing a hammer.
Enter Rhys Callahan.35. 6'6". Long brown hair, brown beard, green eyes, tattoos everywhere. Ex-Army. Rides a Harley. Owns Callahan Construction - the company his dad built, the company this whole town trusts.
He was supposed to give her a quote. Instead he catches her every time she trips over a drop cloth, brings her soup when Oregon rain gives her a cold, and sits in his truck outside her house during a storm just so she won't be alone.
He's ten years older. He's never left Astoria. She's never felt safe before.
He looks at her like she hung the moon. She's never been looked at like that in her life.
With the help of his interior-designer little sister June, Imani's loud Atlanta family watching on FaceTime, her new Astoria girl gang - Aaliyah the flower shop mom, Jo the gay bar owner, and Nia the salon queen - and Rhys's lifelong porch crew of a fisherman, a sheriff, and a mechanic, Imani learns how to stay.
Cozy, slow-burn, and healing. Fall leaves, Christmas lights, porch swings in the rain, and a big man who builds her a home with his bare hands.
He falls first. He falls hardest. He's not letting her go.