<p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">The job at Sunday Orchard was supposed to be temporary.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">A chance to gain some work experience. To have some fun. To get away from my overprotective brothers. To maybe, possibly encounter some lumberjacks in their natural habitat before moving on to the dream career that awaited me in the city.&nbsp;</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">I had not expected to be welcomed into a family of gorgeous and weirdly efficient lumberjack-types myself. Or to find a purpose in the tiny Vermont town whose claim to fame seemed to be apple-based products and copious amounts of charm.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">And I most definitely hadn't expected to fall for Knox Sunday, my grumpy, burly, fifteen-years-older, reluctant roommate, with his infuriating lectures, his hot-as-fire body, his superior attitude, his snarky humor, and his stealth cuddles.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">Now I find myself making excuses to delay my big dreams... just for a little while.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">But Knox has unfulfilled dreams of his own. A career he walked away from. A big city life in Boston he left behind when he returned to his hometown to help his family. He claims he's not looking for anything permanent, and I've never been one to put down roots.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">My big life is waiting for me somewhere other than Little Pippin Hollow. So why does it feel like I've finally found the home of my heart?</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">And how can I get Knox Sunday to... pick me?</span></p><p><br></p>