Details: Brinley Knox was crying, draped in a ridiculous pink tulle dress for her sweet 16, and cursing the boy who'd broken her heart the first time I saw her. I was the hired hand, a homeless adolescent. She was the daughter of Orchid Valley's wealthiest family. Brinley was always off-limits to me. I didn't let that stop me from kissing her. Or from promising that if she ever became mine, I would never abandon her.