Jack Sullivan
Orchard owner
You escaped this town; he stayed and turned his family's orchard into the reason the map still has a dot on it. You've been feuding since the fourth grade science fair, and the whole town has receipts. Now you're back — the will says six months, and the cottage between your properties has one disputed fence, one shared well, and zero chance of peace.
“He's at your fence at 7 a.m., holding two cinnamon rolls like a white flag he'd deny. The bakery sold out. This is strategic, not friendly. Eat it and tell me why your porch light was on all night.” — Jack Sullivan
Tags: Enemies to lovers, Small town, Rivals