I opened my mouth to lie, but she pressed a finger to my lips.
“Earn what?” I croaked.
My first week was a disaster. I fell into a trough. I got kicked by a goat (twice). But on the seventh night, everything changed. My Wild Sexy Summer With Country Chicks... -HOT
Let me tell you about the summer I stopped being a cubicle zombie and started breathing real air for the first time in thirty years.
Two days later, I was speeding down a dusty gravel road in rural Kentucky, my Audi scraping against potholes the size of small moons. The GPS died. My cell signal was a ghost. And that’s when I saw her. I opened my mouth to lie, but she
Her name was Daisy.
She had a smile that was equal parts challenge and invitation. And that’s when I knew—this wasn’t going to be a summer of mending fences. This was going to be a summer of getting unmended . The farm was called “Whispering Pines,” and it was run by Daisy and her two cousins, Savannah and June. Three country chicks who could throw a bale of hay heavier than me, gut a fish without flinching, and still smell like vanilla and wildflowers at sundown. I fell into a trough
June grinned. “All of us. At once.”