I yanked off my boxers and the tank top I’d been sleeping on and rummaged through my suitcases. Finding my faded daisy dukes and a lime green tank, I got dressed. Of course, I grumbled the whole time. I pulled on my nikes, and headed out of the guest bedroom that looked like something off of Little House on the Praire. Gramps needed to redecorate. Bad.
I headed out to the barn where Gramps kept his office. Sweat was rolling of the bridge of my nose, landing on my lips. By the time I got to the barn, I embarressingly had armpit stains like a man.
Without knocking on the door, I barged into the little office. That is when I met the most gorgeous man on the face of the planet. And he turned and smiled at me, taking in the armpit stains and all. Great. I could just about die.