Veronica Goes to the Farm

“What are you doing here, Veronica?”

She tried not to be distracted by his jean clad, half-naked body. “Did you put on any sunscreen or sunblock?” she asked.

His expression darkened. “Never mind that,” he snapped. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to help.”

“Take a look around. How are you going to help?”

“Well, I can take pictures of the damage–”

“That’s already been taken care of.”

“Well, I could help to fertilize the plants.”

“That’s being taken care of.”

“There must be something I can do.”

“Look, I don’t want to be rude but I thought that I made it clear over the phone that you and I won’t work.”

She moved closer to him. Her heart was racing. She wished she could take back the things she said. She really, really wanted this to work out. It suddenly didn’t matter that he was a farmer. All she knew was that she wanted him. She had dated city guys and none of them made her feel the way Rhett did.

After he threw her out of his sister’s flat, she had driven and driven, trying to figure out what to do. Then, she called him but he said that it was over and that distressed her. Still, she refused to give up. The idea occurred to her to drive up to his farm. Perhaps when he saw her, he would have a change of heart. Granted, she wasn’t dressed for a farm but that could be remedied.

“Rhett, I’m sorry for the foolish and insensitive things I said about farmers. I’ve been pampered all of my life. I went to expensive schools and university. I live in a posh apartment and have a cushy job. I never knew what it was like to live and work on a farm. I never had any interest in knowing until now. When I met you, I assumed that you were a city boy because of how you dressed. It never occurred to me that you were a farmer. You’ve exposed my ignorance about farmers and farming. I’m here because I want to learn more about you and what you do. I’m here because I want to help.”

He stared at her. It took a lot of guts for her to come all that way and admit that she was wrong about him and his profession. He could see that she meant every word she said. And he couldn’t deny that he was still attracted to her. “All right,” he said. “You can stay and help. Thanks for coming all this way. I appreciate it.”

“Thank you, Rhett.”

“I’ll take you to Sam now and he could tell you what you can do to help.”

“Before you do that, there’s something I’d like to do first.” Reaching up, she pulled his head down to hers and kissed him.

Rhett wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly against him while he responded feverishly to her kiss.

They kissed for a while then, she broke off to ask breathlessly, “Do you still want me to find myself a nice city boy?”

“No,” he groaned before his head swooped down and his mouth covered hers.

Someone clearing their throat alerted them to the fact that they weren’t alone. They broke apart. It was Sam. He looked from one to the other. “Am I interrupting something?” he asked.

Face flushed, Rhett, introduced them. “Sam, this is Veronica. She’s come to help out. Could you find her something to do?”

“Sure thing.” He held out his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Veronica smiled. “It’s nice to meet you too. I know I’m not exactly dressed for outdoor labor–but I wanted to get here as soon as I could.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll take care of that.”

“Was there something you needed to see me about, Sam?” Rhett asked him.

“Yes, but it can wait. I’ll take care of Veronica first.”

“I’ll see you later,” she said to Rhett.

“Yes.” He watched her and Sam leave. He had to admit that he was happy to see her. Things might just work out between them, after all.

Source: The Voss Law Firm;

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