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I had my future all mapped out.
A respectable engagement, marriage, a home, and then babies.
It was a good plan, or so I thought.
Until the jerk-who-won’t-be-named broke it off and called me the ‘F’ word.
Frigid.
So, I did what any self-respecting southern girl would do—I made a plan.
Find a hot guy. ?
Prove I’m not a prude. ??
What I didn’t plan on, was the hot guy being the biggest commitment-phobe in our Small Town.
Or the baby we created that night.
Or falling for him.
Welcome to the Small Town of Pilgrim, Texas… home of women with curves and the men who can’t get enough of them!