Alice Scott is an eternal optimist still dreaming of her big writing break. Hayden Anderson is a Pulitzer-prize winning human thundercloud. And theyre both on balmy Little Crescent Island for the same reason: To write the biography of a woman no one has seen in yearsor at least to meet with the octogenarian who claims to be the Margaret Ives.

When Margaret invites them both for a one-month trial period, after which shell choose the person wholl tell her story, there are three things keeping Alices head in the game.

One: Alice genuinely likes people, which means people usually like Alice.

Two: Shes ready for this job and the chance to impress her perennially unimpressed family with a Serious Publication.

Three: Hayden Anderson, who should have no reason to be concerned about losing this book, is glowering at her in a shaken-to-the core way that suggests he sees her as competition.

But the problem is, Margaret is only giving each of them pieces of her story. Pieces they cant swap to put together because of an ironclad NDA and an inconvenient yearning pulsing between them every time theyre in the same room.