He came to study a rare apple. I told him to take a hike… right off my land.
It’s harvest season, and my orchard is a full-blown circus; kids on field trips, runaway goats, and tractors that only start when they feel like it. The last thing I need is a nerdy, uptight, annoyingly attractive botanist poking around my orchard, mumbling in Latin, and asking for access to the wildest, most off-limits part of my land. But Brett Elliot is persistent. And hot, in that grumpy, bossy, flannel-wearing way. So I make him a deal, he can study his precious tree...
He came to study a rare apple. I told him to take a hike… right off my land.
It’s harvest season, and my orchard is a full-blown circus; kids on field trips, runaway goats, and tractors that only start when they feel like it. The last thing I need is a nerdy, uptight, annoyingly attractive botanist poking around my orchard, mumbling in Latin, and asking for access to the wildest, most off-limits part of my land. But Brett Elliot is persistent. And hot, in that grumpy, bossy, flannel-wearing way. So I make him a deal, he can study his precious tree if he helps out with the orchard chaos. Turns out, he’s not so awkward when he’s got me bent over a hay bale after catching me reading Daddy Dom smut in the barn…
Now I’m falling for the man who was supposed to be a short-term inconvenience. But when his discovery puts my orchard in the spotlight, we’ll have to figure out if what’s growing between us can survive the harvest.
