I Stopped Waiting At Your Gate

From the back cover

Harrison Brooks treats his life like a high-security fortress. His fiancée, Harper, has spent three years stopping at the gatehouse of his Lake Forest house, handing over her ID and waiting for clearance before the barrier lifts. On the night of torrential summer storms, she drives forty minutes through the rain with a thermal container of her mother's beef stew, only to watch his new executive assistant, Sloane Mercer, stroll past the guard without signing in. Sloane, she learns, is registered under a Homeowner profile.

When Harper calls him from the rain, Harrison dismisses her as a paranoid housewife with too much free time. She drops her engagement ring into the stew and hands it to the guard. Later, feverish in her apartment, she listens as he tends to Sloane's flooding car instead of her, and by morning she has seen Sloane's photo from his living room sofa. Harper accepts a year-long historic preservation project in Charleston and returns to the estate for her blueprints, where Sloane greets her in the slippers Harrison once gave her.