I’ve spent my life in the stuffy corporate world. So when I see Lucia delivering milk and butter from her farm, it’s like a breath of fresh air. But this darling farm girl is wholesome in ways I’m not. She’s my butter half, that’s for certain. And I want to do more than butter her biscuit. I want all of her. Forever. I may be twenty years older than this sweet thing, but I say butter late than never. Dear Reader, Logan is all grown up with one thing on his mind: Lucia. He’s ready to spread the love because he knows they’re butter together than a part. You ready to melt, babycakes? Xo, frankie