Whoever convinced me that quitting my job as an interpreter to take over my dead aunt’s farm should be covered in honey and left for the ants. Oh wait…that was me. I was burnt out and ready for a change but I didn’t expect what came with it. An orchard full of fruit I’m allergic to. A bunch of farm equipment I don’t know how to use. And a vindictive vicious groundhog who has made it his life’s mission to drive me to the brink of madness. But in my quest to find a permanent solution for Michael I’ve also acquired something else I didn’t expect: a stalker. I should be more concerned that the man offering to sell me TNT has followed me home but Thorne is the most gorgeous thing I have ever laid eyes on and we communicate well. With our hands in ASL yeah but also with our lips tongues hips…and other parts of the body. It’s also increasingly obvious that Thorne is much more than a stalker. With my focus on trying to sto