Hartley by Frankie Love

I’m a gruff talking man who lives alone in a cabin and I never take the same woman out twice.
But my mail-order bride is here and she’s ready for marriage.
She is ready for me.
Turns out, this sweet thing is prettier than a Christmas Tree — sparkly, all lit up, and she has my stocking hung.
Of course, the first thing I do is put my foot in my mouth.
The second? I cause her to burst into tears.
I better fix this fast because the third thing I want is to get her in my bed and that sure as hell won’t happen so long as I’m acting like an ass.