Now people in my small town expect me to judge the pumpkin carving contest (have they met me? I don’t have an artistic bone in my body), while he gets to create the town’s hay maze (it’s not like I’ve tried to win that honor for years or anything). Worse? Everyone expects me to protect the town from mischievous fae (newsflash: so not my skill set) and begs him for handmade pumpkin spice latte soap (you got it—soap’s totally my thing).