Scott Martin might be the sexiest grump in Whitetail Falls, but he’s determined to rain on my festival parade.
I came to this storybook town to build a new life, not argue with a blue-eyed killjoy in flannel. But here I am, defending my Fall Festival proposal while trying not to notice how his voice makes my skin tingle.
Every question he fires my way feels like a challenge. Every frown makes me more determined to prove him wrong.
This festival isn’t just a project, it’s my chance to belong in this town that feels more like home than anywhere I’ve ever lived. The town whispers we argue like an old married couple, that we’re perfect for each other, and that beneath his gruff exterior beats a heart of gold.
Maybe they’re right.
But can a woman who’s always been passing through truly be enough for a man whose heart belongs to these cobblestone streets?