Tyler is hard enough to resist. Put a baby goat in his arms? Oh, I’m a goner.
Romance is the last thing on my mind when I meet Tyler at a wedding.
Yes, he’s gorgeous. Yes, we have instant chemistry.
But I can’t go there with him. I’m too busy convincing my skeptical parents I’m ready to run our family farm to give Tyler’s smoldering smile a passing glance.
Fine. I glanced. And possibly . . . kissed.
But then I went home all the way in a different state. See? Crisis averted.
Until Tyler shows up in North Carolina looking for a job. Of course, I give him one. We’ve already established I’m terrible at resisting his charm.
It’s a disaster waiting to happen, really. Tyler doing manual labor within easy sight of my office window. Me trying NOT to randomly tumble into his arms. But no matter how cute he looks holding a baby goat (or how much I wish I was that baby goat), he’s off-limits until I earn my dad’s trust.
The trouble is, there’s always a risk when you push away something good. If you push too hard, you just might lose it forever.