O'Hares RanchLee Jacquot

Life was simply life before I emailed a cowboy named Andrew Dawson.

Since graduating college, I’d fallen into a cycle I was so stuck in, I didn’t realize I was in it. Work eight hours, have a glass of wine, and fall asleep to reality TV. I just rinsed and repeated every single day.

But then the case of the strawberry cow happened.

What started as a simple mission to educate my students, turned into the world’s longest game of cat and mouse.

For five years, the ranch owner and I have been unable to do anything about the growing attraction that bloomed between us on my first trip, a reason or two always keeping us at bay. But for every one of those years I went to his ranch, I discovered more about the life I’d been missing. Realized what it was to find home.

I was happy again. Alive. There was only one thing I still didn’t have.

Luckily, it seems as though this Easter, I may finally get it.

But only if I can find the golden egg before he catches me.