Chapter 3
Jess woke up to the screech of animal and then her alarm clock beeped like the alarm and the rooster were in cahoots. So much for dreams of naked muscles. As she turned off the machine, she still heard the crow of the rooster as it passed the window. The sun already shone.
This wasn’t anything like the beach.
As she tossed her blankets back, she laughed. At least no one had woken her like they did in the movies where farm life started before dawn and they expected her to be cooking.
Maverick said he had a cook.
She rubbed her eyes and imagined what he’d look like without a shirt on. He was all muscles, and that slightly long hair would work out well if he was in a band, like her half-brother, Axel.
Not that she should ever think about Maverick as anything other than a job.
