Olive I had my future all mapped out.A respectable engagement, marriage, a home, and then babies.It was a good plan, or so I thought.Until the jerk-who-won’t-be-named broke it off and called me the ‘F’ word.Frigid.So, I did what any self-respecting southern girl would do—I made a plan.Find a hot guy. ✓Prove I’m not a prude. ✓✓What I didn’t plan on, was the hot guy being the biggest commitment-phobe in our Small Town.Or the baby we created that night.Or falling for him.