What’s a guy to do?

After ten years serving my country, it’s time for me to head home. Except I’m sure as hell not going to my hometown, that’s where my ex lives, and I lost patience for her drama a long time ago. Instead, I head to Saddle Creek, TX, a place my army buddy always described as the perfect place to live. Sure enough, the town seems like the perfect town to put down roots, but it’s the vivacious and curvy local artist I really want to sink into.

What’s a girl to do?

I may be a little too weird and rebellious for a lot of folks my small town, but what can I say? This is home. Besides, the house I inherited from my grandmother has the perfect sculpting studio. Granted the house needs a lot of work, I may be handy with an arc welder but I’ve got no skills with a hammer. I’m not looking for the perfect guy, just the perfect handyman. Still, when I hire Jack, I find myself wishing he’d get a little handsy with me.