Nick Lancaster is tall, gorgeous, and has an accent. He's also arrogant and kind of snotty (but maybe that's the accent). He works with me at the university pub and he's witty, dry, and a total catch. I might have a teensy crush on him. When I find out he doesn't have family to go home to for the holidays, I immediately invite him home. Bless my ignorant soul. I can't believe he accepts. So I take him to my daddy's ranch and my momma's just so excited I have a man. My sisters on the other hand? They can't stop staring. I mean, sure, I get it, but... When I ask about it, they tell me why. Nick isn't just Nick, some tall guy from England. Nick is a prince. Not just any prince. THE prince. And my dad just had him stick his arm up old Bessie's butt.
Lordy Lord.