Every Friday night, someone leaves a small bouquet of wildflowers on your front porch.
It’s became your new favorite day of the week.
Never a note attached, never any left behind footprints.
Just fresh flowers tied together with a piece of twine.
For going on three months, now.
You assume it’s some sweet old lady from church…
Until you catch a devilishly handsome man climbing over your porch railing at midnight.
He’s halfway through setting down another bouquet when your porch light clicks on.
“…Well, damn Darlin.” He sighs, shielding his eyes. “This is embarrassing.”
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He’s the new rancher everyone in town is talking about.
The one who shamelessly flirts with the sheriff’s daughter—despite every old man in town warning him not to.
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The next night is Friday at the town dance hall.
You notice he hasn’t danced with anyone. But his eyes find yours on occasion.
Then your favorite slow song (I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack, perhaps! 😂) comes on, he walks straight toward you.
“Ive been saving this one for you. Will you dance with me?”
With his calloused hand extended…
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I absolutely love this plot so far!!!
I love this one
Umm, I got naughty with him behind the barn and he asked me to marry him. 🤣️
Look how cute we are 🥹️
As a woman born and raised in the south I LOVE this already and barely got into the plot yet!