When Blair Beaufort literally crashes into Bellamy Creek wearing a ball gown and a tiara, I should have towed her car, said goodnight, and sent her packing.
No matter how much it hurts to say goodbye..
So when it comes time for her to leave, there\'s nothing I can do but let her go.
She wants a fairy tale, and I\'m no prince.
But I know better than to think it can last.
I can\'t get enough of the way she makes me feel. . .
She\'s a disaster behind the wheel, but she drives me Wild without even trying--at work, at home, in the back of my truck .
So eager to please.
So funny.
If only she weren\'t so gorgeous.
For exactly one night.
So I offer her a place to stay and keep my hands to myself.
Problem is, she\'s stranded in my small town, and I\'m hiding a protective streak underneath my grumpy exterior that runs deep.
I don\'t have time for a former debutante with zero street smarts and a cash flow problem, even if she is crazy beautiful.
I\'ve got enough on my plate trying to keep my shop from going under, my overbearing mother off my back, and my baseball team in contention for the league championship.
I\'m a mechanic, not a hotel manager.
When Blair Beaufort literally crashes into Bellamy Creek wearing a ball gown and a tiara, I should have towed her car, said goodnight, and sent her packing
