If my ex-best friend thinks that pranking me on our berry farm will keep me away, he must not remember how stubborn I am.
And if I go missing, Hudson has buried me in one of the pumpkin patches.
How did this start, you might ask?
When I came home from New York, Hudson begrudgingly picked me up from the airport.
Talk about grumpy.
But I was excited to see him, and I was in Virginia for the fall season, determined to patch things up between us.
Only, as we became closer, friends was a loose term. More like a friend I’d like to… eat pumpkin pie with if you know what I mean. Also, go skinny dipping with. Oops?
I definitely shouldn’t have been thinking about him in the shower. Or how he looked like a lumberjack in his flannel-beanie combo and was hotter than a mug of piping hot chocolate.
Someone send help. But no more desserts. Any more nutmeg, and I’ll turn nuttier.
And if Hudson does do me dirty, send the alpaca from the petting zoo after him.
Signed from my stakeout location,
Emery
Patched Up is a fall-themed romantic comedy with spice, starting from around Halloween and ending in the Christmas season. This is the first book in the Love on a Berry Farm series and should only be read by a mature audience.