If you told me I'd end up in handcuffs my first night back home in Holiday Hollow I'd have called you crazy. Coming back to take over my family's orchard, especially as an omega on my own, means I have one hell of a legacy to live up to. I guess it's a good thing I've got the sweet pumpkin farmer next door and local handyman on my side. Now, if the sheriff would stop riling me up with his alpha vibes. With the fall festival...