He’s a grumpy billionaire, calls me Miss Loblolly, and says my efforts to save the local theater are a waste of time.
Mr. City Slicker is visiting our small town and I run into him everywhere. I try to ignore his words and even more the fact that he looks good enough to eat. But the more we bump into each other and the more we bicker, the hungrier I get…
I can’t believe I keep stewing over him and our arguments and yet I do. He calls a truce and puts his arm around me only to say something obnoxious the next second. But the heat of our arguments leads to heated make-out sessions. And as a nurse, I should know that heated make-out sessions can lead to…a positive pregnancy test.
He says he could never be the small town husband of my dreams. He says he could never be a good role model for our baby. But I’ve seen the sweetness behind the grouchy exterior. I know the man that’s hiding behind the expensive suit.
Will he give our little family a chance?