<p><span style="color: rgba(51, 51, 51, 1)">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.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(51, 51, 51, 1)">I'm a mechanic, not a hotel manager. 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 don't have time for a former debutante with zero street smarts and a cash flow problem, even if she is crazy beautiful.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(51, 51, 51, 1)">Problem is, she's stranded in my small town, and I'm hiding a protective streak underneath my grumpy exterior that runs deep. So I offer her a place to stay and keep my hands to myself.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(51, 51, 51, 1)">For exactly one night.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(51, 51, 51, 1)">If only she weren't so gorgeous. So funny. So eager to please. 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 . . . I can't get enough of the way she makes me feel.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(51, 51, 51, 1)">But I know better than to think it can last. She wants a fairy tale, and I'm no prince.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(51, 51, 51, 1)">So when it comes time for her to leave, there's nothing I can do but let her go.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(51, 51, 51, 1)">No matter how much it hurts to say goodbye.</span></p>