Her business is wildly successful, but the rest of her life is just wild. 

Sixty may be the new forty, but not for the Honorable Eleanor J. Skyler. She's retiring from the law firm she spent her entire career building. What's wrong with wanting to wear yoga clothes every day and go zip-lining whenever the adventurous mood strikes? Nothing, that's what.

She's got no time for dating and drama. She certainly has no time to deal with her senior law partner, Andrew Carson, who has, for reasons she can't fathom, decided she's his perfect woman. To say she's confused is an understatement.

They've known each other for over twenty years. They knew each other's spouses before they died. Why is Andrew suddenly looking at her legs and telling her she's beautiful? He's barely over fifty. He has the tiny sports car. Why can't Andrew chase a twenty-year-old like every other man having a midlife crisis?