Being ghosted by my best friend's brother was easier to get over than the pink positive sign I got six weeks later.

With our ten-year age difference, I didn't think I was more to Stetson Barron than his little sister's quirky best friend, the one with store-bought hair color and thrifted clothing. Until one hot summer night at his cousin's wedding when I climbed him like a water tower.

And then he didn't talk to me for weeks afterward.

A pink plus sign and a panic attack later, the trailer house I share with my mom burns down. Stetson shows up at the ER like a country knight on a diesel-powered steed, arranges a place for my mom to stay, and takes me home with him.

The weeks of radio silence after our hookup have left me wary. Being with Stetson should be a fantasy come to life, but I'm waiting for my prince to ride away. I'm not the type of woman his parents want him to be with, and they'd rather pretend there's no baby than welcome me to the family. My mom was in the same situation once, and I've learned her lesson-alone is better than abandoned.

When Stetson is forced to choose between his new family unit and old family expectations, will he prove to be the man of my dreams? Or am I in for a heart-breaking wake-up call?