I needed a job. Any job. When my tech startup crashed and burned, I took the first opportunity that came along—ranch hand in the Bavarian Alps. How hard could it be? Turns out, very hard when your boss is Jed Morrison. He's demanding, gruff, and completely unimpressed by my credentials. Every mistake I make—and there are many—earns me that look. The one that says I'm not measuring up. "You don't listen. You don't learn. And that mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble." I should walk away. But when his calloused hand grips the back of my neck and his voice drops low, something in me shifts. "You need discipline, boy. And I'm going to give it to you." I'm not running anymore. I'm staying. And learning exactly what it means to be broken in. Warning: Explicit content. Intended for mature audiences only.