They say what happens in Vegas, stays there, and that’s exactly what Peyton is counting on. After waking up in a hotel room that isn’t hers, next to a naked man she doesn’t know, with a ring on her finger and no recollection of the previous twenty-four hours, she hops the first flight back home with two new mantras. Whatever happened, happened. And no looking back, only forward. Only a few months later, her past shows back up on her doorstep in the form of one very determined husband. A few months ago, Maxwell woke up alone in a hotel in Vegas with a hangover and a lingering feeling that something important had happened to him the night before. Unsure if his vague memories were real or just a dream; he hired a private investigator. Now that he’s tracked down his accidental wife, he’s determined to get a divorce. Or is he? Face to face, the words don’t come and instead he finds himself asking his wife if she’d like to go on a date. Is it possible their one night in Vegas was meant to be more? Can they make a relationship work? Or is divorce really the only option when what happens in Vegas follows you home?