When Casey Conner crashed her car into the wall of my repair shop, I should have ignored it. But with the damaged building and her wrecked car, I couldn't stay away. I shouldn't have offered her a place to live. My actions had nothing to do with her being stuck in our small town. Or the fact that she has beautiful blue eyes. And her infectious laughter definitely has nothing to do with it. And even more so the fact that she is incredibly sexy and daring. I'm lying. It's all connected to her. Now I need to come up with a reason to make her stay after the two weeks it takes to repair the car. I also enlisted the help of my two adorable daughters. I know I shouldn't use my kids to have sex, but whoever said that couldn't go without it for five years. Or is it a blatant lie. Don't call social services. Everything I ask them to do is completely harmless. I mean, it's natural to bribe your kids with cookies to puncture her car tires so she can't drive away. And it's okay that they stole the battery from her car. Okay, I helped them a little. Hello, girls can't move a car battery. They can't even clean their room, or so they tell me. Also, let's be clear, there's nothing wrong with your three-year-old daughter faking an injury to get you some alone time with her. I'm sure all single fathers do this. A little white lie never hurt anyone. Until I caught Casey in a lie and began to doubt everything she told me about the night we met.