When Weston Hatfield rides back into town like he owns it, I don’t want anything to do with him.
I definitely don’t want to take the mean boy from my youth out on my tour boat.
Or laugh with him as we watch the whales play in the Bay.
Know what else I don’t want to do? Fall for him.
He’s an NHL superstar…I’m a girl who knows her way around a lobster boat. Can you say opposites?
But I like who I am, and you know what? I’m beginning to think he likes me for who I am, too.
Until he does the one thing that proves otherwise…the one thing I’m not sure I can come back from.
