Farmer Takes a Wife

By Brynn Paulin

I can whip up a dazzling ad campaign, but dinner? Not so much.

 

Stuck in the middle of Dirt Patch Nowhere isn't exactly where I thought I'd land when I signed up for this job.

 

At least, my problems are back in New York City. I have new issues here. I can whip up a dazzling ad campaign, but dinner? Not so much.

 

And due to some mix up, I wasn't hired to be a cook, chef and nanny. Nope. My boss and apparent fiancé thinks I'm his mail-order bride. Well, when in Dirt Patch, go with the flow, right? Suddenly, I'm the farmer's wife and mom to his adopted infant. With zero skills in either department.

 

I've always been one to figure things out. I'll figure this out, too. Maybe. Because part of the deal is that I won't fall in love, and I'm falling fast for both the farmer and his daughter.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Supernova Indie Publishing Services LLC
• Release date: Apr 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9781623443900

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Farmer Takes a Wife

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Farmer Takes a Wife

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Brynn Paulin

Stuck in the middle of Dirt Patch Nowhere isn’t exactly where I thought I’d land when I signed up for this job.

At least, my problems are back in New York City. I have new issues here. I can whip up a dazzling ad campaign, but dinner? Not so much.

And due to some mix up, I wasn’t hired to be a cook, chef and nanny. Nope. My boss and apparent fiancé thinks I’m his mail-order bride. Well, when in Dirt Patch, go with the flow, right? Suddenly, I’m the farmer’s wife and mom to his adopted infant. With zero skills in either department.

I’ve always been one to figure things out. I’ll figure this out, too. Maybe. Because part of the deal is that I won’t fall in love, and I’m falling fast for both the farmer and his daughter.

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© 2021, Brynn Paulin

Farmer Takes a Wife

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Electronic Format ISBN: 978-1-62344-390-0

Published by: Supernova Indie Publishing Services, LLC

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Chapter One

~ Dani ~

Mr. Cash Wells. While my plane bumped through turbulence, I stared at his picture, all serious and unsmiling in a black suit. I wasn’t sure why the employment agency had sent me a picture of the guy. Maybe it was so I’d recognize him when I arrived in Wichita. He’d pick me up there, and we’d travel to Dirt Patch.

No fooling, that was actually the name of my new home where I’d been a nanny/cook/housekeeper to the Wells family. Not that I knew how to do any of those. Desperate times called for desperate measures and all that…

And I was a girl who knew how to roll with the punches and leap back to my feet with catlike reflexes.

I was also the queen of metaphor and cliches. What could I say? It served me well as an ad exec in NYC. It had served me well. As of two months ago. I had no job. And my boss, the reason I had no job, had blackballed me so the desperate times had ensued. I mean what the hell? No, I wasn’t going to sleep with a client to secure an account. Fuck him—but definitely not. I didn’t roll that way.

Making things worse, I’d trudged home with my box of meager office belongings. I’d walked into my apartment to hear my roommate having sex. In the bedroom we shared. Half of their clothes were all over the small living room. The guy’s wallet had fallen out of his pocket, and I didn’t need to touch it to recognize it. Yep. She was with my boyfriend, apparently enjoying something I never had, if her loud moans were any indication.

A furious argument had ensued, and since the apartment was technically hers, she’d kicked me out.

It had turned into Dani’s No Good Shitty Day From Hell. Maybe, I should write a book about it since I couldn’t find a job in the entire state. Apparently, my bastard boss had badmouthed me. After alternately couch surfing and staying at hotels, burning through my savings, here I was.

Mr. Cash Well’s nanny, cook, and housekeeper. None of those were in my wheelhouse, but desperate times and desperate measures and all that.

After trying to find a job in my field for two months, I’d been hired for this one within two days. I’d been leery of the speed, but I’d checked out Mr. Wells. And he was legit. He owned the Well’s Farm, a huge place that specialized in sorghum—whatever that was—wheat and corn.

In addition to that, he was the local vet and had all kinds of glowing reviews on Yelp. Which surprised me. Not that he was well liked, but that freaking Dirt Patch, Kansas had Yelp. The place was tiny, but I could deal with that. I’d have a place to stay and work. Not being homeless was a giant perk.

In opposition to my thoughts, the plane took a leap through another bumpy patch of air, and I gasped, my stomach rolling. My fingers clench on my armrests, and I closed my eyes.

Think of your happy place, Dani. Do your yoga breathing.

My stupid inner voice needed to shut up. I didn’t have a happy place. And it had been way too long since I’d been to yoga practice. Thank you for the reminder, brain. Even when I could afford to go, my attendance had been infrequent due to my job. Maybe, I could take it up again in Dirt Patch.

The captain has turned on the Fasten Your Seatbelt sign. We ask that you return your seats to their upright positions and stow any belongings that you might have gotten out during this trip. The cabin attendant will be around to collect any trash you might have.

I tuned out as they mentioned our descent to the Wichita airport, and grabbed my carry-on from under the seat in front of me. After sliding away the picture and the information about Cash Wells that I’d been studying, as well as about his infant daughter, Marissa, I tightened my belt and stared out the window at the swiftly approaching ground.

Cash was supposed to meet me at the airport. Would I recognize him when I deplaned? Honestly, it was unlikely I wouldn’t. The man was rugged, yet somehow beautiful. In the picture, he’d been tanned, probably from all his work outdoors. It had kept his black hair from being too stark against his skin, but his bright blue eyes had been stunning. He had the kind of chiseled jaw that could land him on movie screens and me in a world of trouble.

Yeah, he was attractive, but I needed to ignore that like my grandma’s cat ignored me whenever I’d visited her. Without the peeing in Cash’s shoes part, though.

Fifteen minutes later, I rolled my carry-on suitcase down the jetway, my other bag and purse