Thirst Trapp Farms

Avery:I'm cursed. Every time I make a big life change someone kicks the bucket. My goldfish didn’t deserve to go belly up so young. Ever since the big life-altering world-shifting devastating event—that shall not be named—tore my family apart I’ve only been half-living. That’s why I struggled with the idea of moving from North Dakota to a farm in Big Timber Montana to help start a spa for visiting guests.I’ve been a massage therapist for years and love helping other people but I’m terrified that someone else will drop dead while I reach for my dreams of starting a spa. If I had known Trapp Farms came complete with its own bearded underwear model I would have stayed home. Now I’m forced to work for someone who believes shirts are optional. I don’t expect to keep my eyeballs to myself but when his ex-girlfriend shows up I just might have to.Wyatt:I should have checked to make sure Avery was an ogre with missing teeth before hiring her. Now my family is going to think I have a mail-order bride living in one of the rental cabins because she’s the opposite of a green swamp creature. She’s beautiful. And me? I’m back where I started in the small town I grew up in living with my Granny after running my start-up into the ground. Things have been better.While I'm trying to provide guests a full-frontal farm experience that includes: cow hugging camping horseback riding and farm-to-table dinners—not all at the same time—Avery is here to create a relaxing environment for the guests nothing more. Try telling that to Granny who’s taken it upon herself to make Avery my ninety-day fiancé. But I have bigger issues: new letters from the bank showing up weekly. The pressure to make the farm profitable is on my shoulders and I’ve got the summer to do it.