She’s chasing the perfect fall photo to save her career. I’m just trying to get through the pumpkin harvest without falling for her.
Parker
I found her in the middle of my pumpkin patch, snapping photos like she had every right. I should’ve told her to leave. Instead, I told her to stay on one condition: she helps me with the pumpkin harvest.
Now I see her every day, and I’m starting to forget this was supposed to be temporary.
She doesn’t know this place raised me. That when my parents disappeared, the Jacksons took me in. I owe them everything, so I work extra hard. I definitely don’t have time for distractions. Still, I can’t stop watching her.
The way she gasps when I show her the town’s special viewpoints, or the way she curses when her boots sink deep into mud.
She says she’s only here for the perfect shot. But I’ve already decided that she’s not going anywhere. She’s mine.
