Braxton—the emo kid, the loner, the cynical wallflower with an attitude. It’s no secret that I’ve never quite fit in. But it’s glaringly obvious now that I’ve moved to this Podunk small town that seems to run entirely on sugar, friendliness, and cheer. (And cows, an ungodly number of cows.) I hate it—this place where everyone knows everyone, and I’m still the outsider. But who wants to fit in anyways? I’ve never really tried, never even thought I wanted to… until I met him. Jimbob is living his best life out here, farming the fields of Kansas, well and truly happy. And I just don’t get it. His charming smiles, playful winks, and easy-going attitude infuriate me, but I can’t look away. He’s like a bright, sunny day sweeping through my prickly hailstorm. And I’m so utterly confused, because I’ve never felt this way before. There’s just something about Jimbob that makes me want to try. Makes me want to belong. Makes me want to put down roots in the glow of his sunshine.