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.

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.

Problem is, she's stranded in my small town, and I'm hiding a protective streak underneath my broody exterior that runs deep. So I offer her a place to stay and keep my hands to myself.

For exactly one night.

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. But I know better than to think it can last.

She wants a fairy tale, and I'm no prince.

So when it comes time for her to leave, there's nothing I can do but let her go.

No matter how much it hurts to say goodbye.