It was supposed to be simple…

1. Put on the wedding dress.
2. Save the photoshoot.
3. Pretend that my long-distance relationship wasn’t on life support. Enter: Stratton Thorpe. A cowboy with easy confidence, set to be my stand-in groom. His blue eyes strip me bare. His hands make promises without him saying a word. Then it happens… One kiss flips my world upside down and an afternoon photoshoot turns into the most passionate night of my life. By morning, Stratton Thorpe confidently informs me that I belong in Huckleberry Hill, with him. The terrifying part? I think he’s right.