Maybe for some, but I'm not interested. I'd rather work with my hands than spend the billions my father left behind. The only thing that interests me is the apple orchard he left me. The old thing needs work, and I plan to make it beyond successful. What I didn't expect to find between the rows of juicy red apples was a yearning for more. A beautiful single-mom teacher shows up to take her kiddos on a tour of the orchard and I feel things I haven't felt in a long time. Mine. Every cell in my body wakes up with a desire for the strong, independent woman that I want to rock my world. She's not into rich guys at all. Fine by me. I look like the gardener anyway. My secret is safe. For now.