Afterwards, he went back to his small-town life, and I marched home to inform my dad there would be no business-centric nuptials. As punishment, he shipped me off to Sisters, Oregon and demanded I turn a healthy profit on a not-so-healthy property.
You see where I'm going with this-the buttoned-up city girl stuck in a small town hires a local builder to help her ... and he's the hot stranger from the elevator. Turns out, I have a weakness for the broad-shouldered nice guy who's not so nice behind closed doors. Keeping things professional gets harder the longer I'm in town, until the only lesson I have left to learn is how to keep both our hearts from getting broken.