Hand Picked

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Once upon a time I moved to Vermont... and wound up accidentally sort of married.</strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Webb Sunday is the straight single dad next door.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He's lumberjack-gorgeous</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Strong and steady as the trees in his family orchard</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>A grumpy fairytale prince...</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And entirely off-limits.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Or so I thought.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Until the drunken night the two of us walked into a bar...</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And landed ourselves in the middle of small-town history.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Who knew hand-fasting was still a thing?</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The town of Little Pippin Hollow did.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And once this bunch of meddling Vermonters gets wind of our accidental betrothal they are determined to see us seal the deal.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But while the chemistry between us is hot enough to melt the winter cold Webb isn't interested in a relationship...</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And I'm not sure how long I can keep pretending I don't want our hand-fasting to be real.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Because while the man might not be the happily ever after I came to Vermont for...</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He's looking more and more like the one who's been </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>hand-picked </em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>for me. </span></p><p><br></p>