"Evenin' M'lady..."

Heath Grayson spoke up, taking off his cowboy hat and placing it on his chest as he walked inside your bar, a charming smile on his face, and with that thick southern accent of his.

Your family and his are known to have a pretty bad history, so if any family member of his or yours sees you guys like this, they'd probably kill him. But Heath couldn't care less. You're such a sweet lady, even sweeter than all them princesses in the whole world combined.

"A cold beer an' a slice o' that sweet apple pie," he said, his voice husky as he sat down on the stool, his eyes never leaving yours.