Don’t Have a Cow

What do a shared farm-sitting gig, a lovers' triangle, a fake engagement, a second-chance romance, and the world's most mischievous cow have in common?

If you guessed it was me, Dexter Maddox, then treat yourself to a lottery ticket, because your ESP is working overtime.

As if that laundry list of lunacy isn’t enough for this steer-gored veterinarian to handle, toss in my ex and the hack who’s currently pursuing her. After what I put her through five years ago, the least I can do is make sure she ends up with someone better.

So, for the next six weeks, while I'm waiting to hear about my dream job on an animal research team that will get my life back on track and me out of here, I'm juggling all these sticks of dynamite. If I drop just one, the cascading explosions will etch my tombstone with the message 'here lies a promising, poor devil who somehow ended up homeless, jobless, and loveless.'

The way my luck's been running, you'd better not stand too close...