Stetson Barron has been the center of my world since I was twelve. But with our ten-year age difference and my quirky nature, I didn't think I was more to him than his little sister's color-of-the-month-hair best friend. Until one hot summer night at his cousin's wedding when I climbed him like a water tower.

And then he didn't talk to me for weeks afterward.

A pink plus sign and an "OMG, what am I going to do?" later, the trailer I lived in with my mom burned down. Stetson showed up at the ER like a country knight on a diesel-powered steed, arranged a place for my mom to stay, and took me home with him.

The weeks of radio silence after our hookup have left me wary. Being with Stetson should be a fantasy come to life, but I'm waiting for my prince to ride away. My mom was in the same situation once, and I've learned her lesson. When Stetson is forced to choose between his new family unit and old family expectations, will he prove to be the man of my dreams? Or am I in for a harsh awakening?