The sheep were cute, friendly, and delicious . . . she took a bite out of a particularly friendly fellow’s sugary-pink fleece and relished the sweetness. The sheep baaed and—“Miss Knight!”

“Sheep can’t talk,” she muttered.

“What?” the voice asked impatiently. Cleo sighed and reluctantly opened her eyes.

“Oh. It’s you,” she groused when she met her boss’s intense gaze. She blew her hair out of her face and pushed herself up, only to ...