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. ✓

Make him my Mr. Right for the Night. ✓✓

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...