Grandma's dying wish was to give me the family estate. But not everybody wants me to have it. I've got two weeks to claim what's mine. Wasn't expecting Mr. 6'-2" and cocky to be my savior.
Jon Rayburn. My first everything. I left this small town for a reason. And Jon was one of them. Now he's walking around shirtless. Swinging his big hammer. Fixing up the house next door. Well, he better keep that hammer to himself. I still hate him.
He was the believable choice for a fake engagement. But aint nothing fake about his kisses. And his caresses are a little too caring.
So when I find out I'm pregnant with his baby... Well, let's just say all hells about to break loose in this little town.