He's a resident of Grinberry Falls, Texas by way of birth. She arrived in a Mercedes, fully grown. And if she’s not careful, this boot-wearing, stern brunch daddy—though he’d sooner drink fruit-flavored beer than actually go to brunch—might keep her in town far longer than she’d planned. When my best friend informed me that she intended to stay in the small Texas town she'd scouted for a film location, I asked her to blink twice if she needed to be rescued. She didn't blink, so I hit the road to meet the man and the town that stole her heart. I came, I saw, I verified her sanity—and then I hightailed it right back to civilization before I lost mine. But thanks to the movie, this sleepy little town is having a moment, so I'm back to do a little scouting of my own. I'm in search of a prime spot for a new Sugar Lips location. My Scottsdale based lip spa is a raging success, and the timing feels right to cross a few state lines. What I'm not scouting for is a man. So, of course, I stumble right into the strong arms of the most irritating one in Rhett Wilding. It's true I've always had a thing for a slightly older man, and there's no denying he ticks all my boxes (no pun intended—okay, fine, I meant what I said), but he's also a founding member of the "Keep Grinberry Falls Local" committee. I've gotten a good look at this town in the daylight more than once. Trust me when I say a little lipstick wouldn't hurt! Looks like it's going to be Grinberry Falls vs. Glynnis Ramsey. I may lose my head and even my heart in the process, but I'll kiss Oliver the alpaca before I’ll give up this fight.