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