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.