A sane man would buy her a nice present and grovel.
Guess I must be crazy.
I love Meg more than anything.
So why am I running against her for mayor of Harrogate?
Meghan
That lying, scheming, son of a *bleep!*
He handed me a bouquet, smirked, and asked if I liked having his hands on my flower petals.
Next thing I know, I’m homeless and penniless, and Hunter’s trying to steal my job!
After imploding my life five years ago, I swore I was going to get over him—which is kind of hard in a small town where he’s schmoozing people at every meeting and somehow crashing all my dates.
I love my town and care about the people in it.
I’ve been the de facto mayor since I moved back.
And I’m not letting some entitled billionaire waltz in and take my job.
Hunter might think he’s going to win—after all, he is the most eligible bachelor in our small town, with his washboard abs, billions, and fast cars.
All the women want him.
Except me.
Nope. No way. I swear.
All’s fair in love and small town politics
I’m not going down without a fight.
I know Hunter’s still hung up on me.
A low-cut top and a push-up bra, and he’s a drooling idiot at the first debate.
The election is as good as mine.
As long as I don’t let Hunter and his panty-melting promises of—ahem—stress relief distract me.
I’m going to win this mayoral race.
As long as I remember not to lose my heart.
