Chapter Seventeen

“Yep. Cows, pigs, sheep, crops, the whole works.”

She smiled at the pride that echoed in his tone.

“You don’t strike me as a farm boy,” she said with a chuckle, watching his cheeks turn slightly pink. Well, this was a change she thought.

“I am a country boy at heart. I love the simple life, knowing your neighbors, the fresh air. I like the idea of going out to the garden or hen house and collecting what you need to make a meal. You know where the food came from, no chemicals, no pesticides and no preservatives.”

“What about your family?”

“My parents live in Yorkshire with my two younger sisters and still work on the family land. My father’s father died when he was a young man, so he dropped out of school to take care of the farm and helped raise his sister and brother. My Nana Ashford died when I was three. My mother’s father died when I was in grammar school and my Gram Armstrong died two years ago.”

“How many siblings do you have?”

“Four in all. Two elder brothers and two younger s