Chapter 5

We hold hands and discuss his sister, how bearishly handsome her husband is, and how sweet his mother is. When the topic of their farmhands surfaces, he says, “I saw you eyeing up every single one of them at dinner. I think you were hungrier for them than the food.”

“I think you’re very wrong.”

“You did. The look you had on your face said you were at a bear buffet during dinner.”

I snort in a masculine way and reply, “What can I say? They’re hot. I was thinking orgythe whole time and could barely eat.”

“I agree. They arehot. My mother only hires the best looking. Obviously I get my man-hunting skills from her.”

“I’m sure you slept with them. How couldn’t you? The guys are brutish and sexy as hell.”

“When I was working on this farm, I never mixed business with pleasure,” he says, winking at me and sharing a wide grin, obviously teasing me.

The conversation turns and grows serious, which prompts me to ask, “Speaking of business, tell me about your father.”