The Billionaire's Runaway Country Girl

ONE YEAR

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ngers flying across the keyboard as my story unfolded, I love writing. But Nana always insisted I keep her company while she cooked. Most of the time, it was nice. The smell of her apple pie simmering in the oven, mixed with the warm, yeasty scent of bread rising, always made

y old cow fence next to the barn. Great. Nana loved renting out the loft above the barn to city folks on a "back-to-natu

?" I groaned, already picturing the inevitable

don't be rude. It's good to have someone new to cook for besides yo

I whined, ro

rt, let's go meet them. Maybe they won't be so bad this time. Besides, you

e this time, the city person wouldn't be a complete dud. After all

y to ouch-tight. "Honey, don't be a grouch,

st barely. "But Nanaaa," I whine

ce leaving no room for arguin

ck was a guy who looked, well, perfect. Even

Nana was talking a mile a minute. "

wn, like melted chocolate chips, and they locked with mine for a brief mo

here. He was tall and had messy brown hair that kind of floppe

said with a gr

Even his name is perf

g between us, "and this right here is

ic. Here I was, trying to make a good impression on this super cute gu

r of us wanted to mess up the moment. Then, I saw something in his eyes. Maybe... a spark? I really, really hoped he liked me back. Grandma always said I'm the kind of girl who'd fall for a guy hard

say my heart was not doing a happy dance

n, "why don't you be a sweethear

y trouble. Just point me in the right direction, I'll be fine." He st

her chest proudly. "And don't you worry about Ju

n my hand. Grandma always knew how

s alright? I promise I pack light." He winked at me again. The bag was heavy but

ing with me? Before I could even stammer out a reply, Grandma was alread

, a big smile on his face. "Alright, starlight," he said, "show me the way." Everything f