There’s something about Tate

I didn’t need anyone to rescue me from my miserable life… Not even an ex-military Major who walked into this small town looking like he owns it.

There’s something about Tate.

His confidence borders on arrogance and I couldn’t peel my eyes away from his muscular biceps when I first saw him.

He, too, stared at me with an invisible drool.

But Tate and I could never be together.