Sawyer Walker

The one thing I’ve never had a problem with is women. Not to brag or anything, but the female population tends to flock to me. You should see what happens when I take my shirt off and hold up signs in the middle of town. They. Flock.

But the bigger accomplishment is that I’ve never had a complaint. Not one.

So with a resume like that, why is it that I can’t get Kennedy Endsley, the sexy small-town veterinarian, to give me the time of day? I’ve had my eye on her since she returned to Coyote Ridge years ago, yet she’s been avoiding me at every turn. Sure, we shared a dance at my brother’s wedding. Two brothers, two different weddings, actually.

It’s the little things that make me think she might be interested. But then I turn around, and she’s avoiding eye contact. What does a guy need to do?

My mother always told me that actions speak louder than words, so I guess I should stop bragging and start proving to her I’m the man she should spend the rest of her life with. Because she’s it for me.