Home in the Country

Being the good time guy is all fun and games in a small town like mine.
No strings or commitment – what could possibly go wrong?

Love is something I gave up on a long time ago. Buried the hatchet as they say, when Fallon Jones took my heart with her more than six years ago and never looked back.

No phone call.
No explanation.
Just up and left – effectively destroying me after we shared the single best day of my life.

So, I did the only thing I could to survive – I gave into the persona everyone believed me to be.

Need a laugh? I’ve got jokes.
Looking for a good time? I can do that and then some.

My life was going fine – good even – until one rainy night on a backroad into town. A car with a flat tire caught my eye, but nothing could prepare me for what happened next.

Fallon.

Looking like the ghost of lovers past – but she wasn’t alone. A sleeping child in the backseat nearly stole the breath from my lungs. I shouldn’t get attached – I can’t.

But when she propositions me for one night of fun for old times sake, I know I’m in trouble. She doesn’t want to commit and all I want is forever.

Just when I think things may finally be going my way, the rug is ripped out from under me and I’m falling.

Fast.

Fallon’s ex-husband has landed in Clementine Creek – and he’s here to stay.