Felix is in real trouble this time. Not only did he wake up nearly naked in a foreign country -- drugged and abandoned as a prank -- but soon he finds himself being interviewed by the police after crashing the truck of his handsome rescuer, Ronan Malloy. The only way for Felix to make amends is to work off his debt on the injured Ronan’s shabby, struggling farm. Ronan Malloy and his grandad Lorcan have big plans for their ancestral farm. Their new boutique cheese will put Malloy Cheesery the map. But he hasn't struck it rich yet. Between the bank and his scheming neighbor, he has enough troubles and doesn't want to deal with an untrained Yankee on top of it. Although Felix resents having to stay behind as his friends continue their backpacking adventure across Europe, he begins to see that farm life isn’t so bad. Ronan’s charming smile and sparkling eyes are an added bonus. And Ronan learns soon enough that the Yankee isn't as helpless as he thought. Felix isn’t sure he’s up to the task of saving the deeply indebted Malloy Farm from calamity and devious plots for its downfall, but for Ronan, he’s willing to try.

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling

“Shit,” Felix said. “I can fix it, but these weeds need cutting or it’ll happen again. Do you have a phone?”


Shannon pulled a phone out of her pocket and held it up for Felix.


“Can you call Ronan?” he asked. “I don’t have his number.”


“I’m sorry but I don’t have it either. I can run you back down there if you’d like?”


“No, thanks. I think I’ll walk along the fence and get a feel for how bad the weeds are.”


“Can you stay for a bit, then?” Shannon asked. Felix’s body language hinted at the fact that he would rather not stay, so she added, “Please. I don’t get many visitors. You know what it’s like. So far from home and all? Surely you’re hungry? I can make you something to eat?”


Felix agreed and followed Shannon inside. She cleared her kitchen table of the heaps of paperwork covering it before offering Felix a place to sit.


“Work?” Felix asked, indicating the piles of papers.


“Yeah,” Shannon said, not turning from her task. “It never ends, you know?


Chapter 18