Yule Be Sorry

All I want for Christmas is my research back.

A herd of rogue goats ate my hydroponic fir trees and now their owner is working off the debt in my lab like a chaotic star of wonder.

Eliza Storm is everything I usually avoid-messy, unpredictable, and completely unimpressed by the precision of my greenhouse protocols. Worse, she thinks I'm a stuck up snob who's never gotten his hands dirty. Well, I think she's a reckless urban farmer with a demented donkey organizing her business.

When a winte...