Leaving Fletch by Xyla Turner

Cheyenne:
My husband did it again. Cheated twice, and he was sloppy with his escapades, which left me and my acting career vulnerable. I just wanted to escape. Go to a small town and hide.
I found a tribe of older ladies, who were way too nosy and nastier than expected. Then I found a man who was way too sexy and gruff for his own good.
It didn’t matter, though. We were from two different worlds.

Fletch:
The woman floated into town, then inside my bar, asking for high-end drinks. I gave her a beer. A regular ole beer. That’s what we drink. Who did she think she was?
A Princess.
Come to find out, she was. My princess.
I couldn’t keep her, though. She was destined for far greater than my small town. The very same one, I vowed never to leave.