Right when I was getting ready to leave this shit hole.
I could mop her up like a buttermilk biscuit.
Love was the last thing on my mind.
But just what this doctor needed.
She’s on a mission to fix up her old family house.
And I know just how to use a hammer.
Must’ve been fate that she’d fall off a ladder and land right on top of me.
We were in lust the moment we touched.
But Becca doesn’t want “long-term.”
She’s hiding scars and carrying baggage a mile long.
And when her past shows up to haunt her, I’ll prescribe just the right antidote.
The woman I never wanted. A neighbor I could love forever.
And the mother I knew she could be.
Well, maybe I’ll hang around for a bit.