In this small-town romance by a New York Times–bestselling author, an ambitious young woman's fling with her teenage crush upends her plans.
There must be fifty ways to say I'm pregnant! So why couldn't Starr Bravo think of at least one? Maybe because though she'd been in love with rancher Beau Tisdale since she was sixteen, they'd agreed that this "summer of love" was just that. That when September rolled around, they'd go their separate ways—she to her glamorous job in New York City, he back to ranch life.
But now—too late—she knew that the life she wanted was right here, with Beau and their unborn child. And she needed to get the words out—Beau, I'm pregnant—before their baby did it for her! So why couldn't she just tell him?
Maybe because there were three words she was longing to hear from him first?
