That’s an asset ward. Family of farmers? Ranchers?” “Ranchers.” “Does that mean you’re good with ropes? Because I’m not against being tied up.” This guy is going to be incorrigible. I just know it. “Will you be flirting the entire eight weeks or are you trying to get it all out of your system now?” I ask in a polite tone. “The entire eight weeks,” he promises, and Lyddie giggles. — I’m subjected to a monotonous day of reading manuals and trying not to rip my hair out in boredom. Eventually we’re dismissed and shuffled to the mess hall for dinner. Afterward, none other than Tyler
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