* I'm aware my first chapter was a bit short, but this story has a lot of background leading up to the more hot part of this romance. Thank you for the positive feedback more will be along shortly.*
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The alarm in Cora's room went off at 6 the next morning. She rolled out of her bed and smiled as the brisk fresh air blew through her open window and refreshed her. The breeze blew the curtains which where white as the bright morning sunshine shone through them. This was a true country morning. She pulled on a beater, a crisp new flannel, some daisy dukes, and her work boots, and threw up her long blonde hair into a pony tail. She felt as though she looked ready for work brewed up some coffee and was off.
When she arrived at the farm her grandfather rattled off a list of jobs she could do for him if she wanted to. "That's not too bad for my first day," she said.
He smiled at her kindly and with a chuckle said, "Oh no darlin' that's just for this mornin'."
After she filled all the mangers with silage and hay she collected the eggs and fed and watered the chickens. Once she tended to the chickens she mixed calf formula up and fed the calves in the nursery. Once she fed the calves she replaced the sawdust and so on until she was finished.
When she finished she dragged herself down to the farmhouse. She walked in and plopped herself down in a kitchen chair. As she mentally prepared herself for the next set a chores Cora heard the familiar roar of a Chevy and country music jams. Evidently so did Pop because he came from the office to the kitchen and right out the front door. She got her butt up and went to the window. She saw Pop lean himself on the drivers side door and the tinted window rolled down. She couldn't make out a face, but her grandfather carried on a conversation with the driver for about five minutes. A tan hand reached out of the truck window and shook Pop's hand. Then the truck spun out and parked on the other end of the shed. Cora rolled her eyes and went back to the kitchen for some lunch.
She finished her meal quickly so she could get back to work. She fixed her hair into a tighter ponytail and splashed some cool tap water over her face. As soon as she finished up she hurried outside. The moment she jogged out the door she slammed into a wall. But this wasn't a wall because the wall brought its enormous hands up to steady her. She opened her eyes and realized she was looking down. She saw a pair of huge ratty old work boots, and some jeans that had seen too many days of work with there oil stains and small holes. Then her eyes traveled up and she saw an old Trimbridge football t-shirt with the sleeves torn off, some long, dark, muscular arms, and the face of a god. His face was as dark as his sun tanned skin and glowed as well, his hair was a smooth chocolate brown that fell in shiny waves from underneath his baseball cap, and his eyes contrasted his dark features with their icy blue brilliance.
" I'm um, sorry sir," she said still looking over his face, " but I was just going out to get some work done and I must have-" she was cut off by her grandfather who was walking back from the other side of the barn.
" Cora, I see you've met Ronnie." he shouted while he jogged towards them. " He came to help out around here. You two will probably be workin' together on most things so let me get you all started. There's a door that needs fixin' on the chicken house and I need the cows to be herded down to pasture, then I'd like you two to fill the feed bags and after that you can clear out that shed next to the old silo." he finished his list at a steady two foot tone once he reached them and smiled before walking between the two of them and into the farmhouse.
