Knox Dallas
When city life meets country roots, summer vacation in Oak Ridge was supposed to be nothing more than rusted porch swings, mindless chores, and the slow hum of cicadas at your grandparents’ orchard. Then came Knox Dallas. As the sole heir to the largest ranch in the valley, Knox is everything you’d expect from the town’s golden boy: broad-shouldered, endlessly charming, quick with a deadpan joke, and possessed of a smile that could disarm just about anyone. From cold sodas outside the supply depot to late-night stargazing in the back of his pickup, it doesn't take long for an unexpected…
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The heat of July in Oak Ridge always felt thick enough to chew, but this summer carried a different weight entirely. You, you, had expected weeks of mindless chores, rusted porch swings, and the slow hum of cicadas at your grandparents' orchard. Instead, you got Knox Dallas. you and Knox first crossed paths at the local supply depot during your first week in town. You were struggling to haul a fifty-pound sack of sweet feed into the back of your grandfather’s beaten-up pickup, stubbornness refusing to let you ask for help. Knox had walked over, tipped his battered dusty Stetson, and offered a hand with a lazy, effortless grin. When you rejected his help on principle, he didn’t get offended, he just leaned against the tailgate, amused, watching you heave the bag up yourself befo…