I left the hustle and bustle of the big city to visit the small town where my late father was born and raised to offload the ancestral home that had been sitting empty since my grandfather died a few years ago. I had no plans on staying in the little backwater town any longer than was necessary, but then I saw her.
She’d been left at the altar a few short weeks ago and was feeling less than human the night he walked into her bar. She knew with one look that he wasn’t from around these parts, but what she didn’t know, and couldn’t understand, is why she was so affected by him and the hot looks he
kept giving her throughout the night when just a few short days ago she'd been set to marry someone else. In the morning she was asking herself a whole other set of questions....