I'm trapped in the middle of nowhere with the sexiest man I've ever seen...what could possibly go wrong?
My family sent me here thinking it would help lift my mood. When I think about it now, I realise I didn’t give nearly enough thought to what it would be like, or what I’d be doing on a farm. If anything, I had a vague, nebulous notion that it would be like some sort of retreat.
Boy, was I wrong.
Far from relaxing, I now find myself tending to actual sheep. If you knew me at all, you’d know how preposterous that is. When I’m not covered in dust from participating in manual labour, I spend my time confined in small spaces with the farmer, Jonathan Rosseau.
I was told he was good with animals and broken people. No-one mentioned the fact that he’s built like a tank and has the sort of facial features that makes my brain short circuit. No-one said a word about that.
With every day that passes, I find it harder and harder to tear my eyes off him.
Oh, God. I hope he can't feel the way I’m looking at him.
