Fixing to Be Mine by Lyra Parish

She rolls into town with a bag full of cash, a designer wedding dress stuffed in her trunk, and zero plans to stay… until we meet.
Runaway bride shows up outta nowhere?
Most folks would call that a red flag.
Me? I call it a typical Tuesday and hand her a key.

I’ve been rebuilding this old house for someone just like her, and she’s finally here.

Rumors fly that she’s my girlfriend, and we don’t bother correcting anyone.
Pretty soon, she’s wearing my old T-shirts, sleeping in my bed, and turning my world upside down.
Now I’m calling this city girl darlin’ like she already belongs to me.

She thinks she’ll be able to leave when the dust settles.
But we both know she’s fixin’ to be mine.