“Okay…”
They walked outside then headed to the field. The sun was bright, and it illuminated the fields of cotton. It was still slightly cold, the dew sticking to the leaves of the plants. The dirt was slightly damp. They said nothing as they walked side by side.
Alexandra waited for him to mention the conversation that just took place. “You don’t need to help me.”
“It’s okay, baby. I want to.”
She turned the irrigation pump and he helped her. “Did you hear our conversation?”
He smiled. “I did.”
She stared at him.
“But it wasn’t anything I didn’t know before.” He moved to the next pump and turned the handle. She watched him for a moment, seeing the outline of his back. The first day she met Blaise came to her mind. The sight of his face on that summer morning was still ingrained in her mind. Even in that moment, she knew there was an unusual connection between them. But that didn’t matter anymore. The person standing in that field was Paul, not Blaise. Blaise was living his life with Danielle, being in the relationship he had been in for the past year. Alexandra was a leaf on the wind that came into his life then disappeared shortly afterwards. The knowledge made her sad. Because Blaise wasn’t a passerby. He was the mighty oak that stood tall and proud for generations, outliving most. But she had to forget about that—forever.
Chapter Fifteen
“It’ll help, but I can’t guarantee it will save your fields.” Don touched the leaves of the plant Blaise then dropped his hand. “I’m sorry there isn’t more I can do for you. If I weren’t out of town, it may have been different. And by the time you return, I suspect your crops will be withered.”
Blaise sighed. “What are you suggesting?”
“You can use the treatment and hope it works, but there’s a good chance the quality will be nowhere where it was before. Or you can start over immediately.”
“That’s costly,” Blaise said.
“Either way, it’ll cost you a lot. And since there was so much pesticide, you’ll need new soil as well. I’m sorry.”
“Great,” Blaise said in annoyance.
“I’m sorry there isn’t more I can do.”
“Thank you for your time.” He shook his hand then left the building, heading to the airport immediately. Now he had to start over. It was the worse case scenario. He pulled out his phone and called Connor.
“Sir?”
“We are replanting.”
“It didn’t go well, I take it?”
“Nope.”
“What do you need?”
“Everything, including fresh soil.”
“I’ll round up some workers,” he said. “But I suspect most of the ones we had won’t return after the incident.”
“I don’t blame them,” he said with a sigh. “I’m just glad no one was seriously ill. That could have been bad and gave Cunnings Cotton a bad reputation.”
“I’ve tried to keep it out of the media. Hopefully, it stays that way.”
“Yeah.”
“Did you find out who was responsible, sir?”
“Connor, just call me Blaise.”
“Oh, sorry,” he said quickly. “I’m just used to calling your father that.”
“I know,” he said. “And it’s either my brother or uncle. I can’t think of anyone else.”
“Have you confronted them?”
“No,” Blaise said. “But I will.” He hung up then got onto the plane. When he sat in his seat by the window, he thought about Alexandra. His fields required his undivided attention at the moment. He needed to bust his ass if he wanted to make it by the harvest season but he desperately needed to talk to Alexandra and fix their relationship. He missed her like crazy.
When he finally arrived in Georgia it was two in the morning. He wanted to drive to Alexandra’s but he thought that would be a bad idea. She was grouchy when she didn’t get her sleep. Instead he went home and walked into his office. He had to make sure everything was prepared for the following morning. Unable to stay awake, he fell asleep on his desk.
The next
They walked outside then headed to the field. The sun was bright, and it illuminated the fields of cotton. It was still slightly cold, the dew sticking to the leaves of the plants. The dirt was slightly damp. They said nothing as they walked side by side.
Alexandra waited for him to mention the conversation that just took place. “You don’t need to help me.”
“It’s okay, baby. I want to.”
She turned the irrigation pump and he helped her. “Did you hear our conversation?”
He smiled. “I did.”
She stared at him.
“But it wasn’t anything I didn’t know before.” He moved to the next pump and turned the handle. She watched him for a moment, seeing the outline of his back. The first day she met Blaise came to her mind. The sight of his face on that summer morning was still ingrained in her mind. Even in that moment, she knew there was an unusual connection between them. But that didn’t matter anymore. The person standing in that field was Paul, not Blaise. Blaise was living his life with Danielle, being in the relationship he had been in for the past year. Alexandra was a leaf on the wind that came into his life then disappeared shortly afterwards. The knowledge made her sad. Because Blaise wasn’t a passerby. He was the mighty oak that stood tall and proud for generations, outliving most. But she had to forget about that—forever.
Chapter Fifteen
“It’ll help, but I can’t guarantee it will save your fields.” Don touched the leaves of the plant Blaise then dropped his hand. “I’m sorry there isn’t more I can do for you. If I weren’t out of town, it may have been different. And by the time you return, I suspect your crops will be withered.”
Blaise sighed. “What are you suggesting?”
“You can use the treatment and hope it works, but there’s a good chance the quality will be nowhere where it was before. Or you can start over immediately.”
“That’s costly,” Blaise said.
“Either way, it’ll cost you a lot. And since there was so much pesticide, you’ll need new soil as well. I’m sorry.”
“Great,” Blaise said in annoyance.
“I’m sorry there isn’t more I can do.”
“Thank you for your time.” He shook his hand then left the building, heading to the airport immediately. Now he had to start over. It was the worse case scenario. He pulled out his phone and called Connor.
“Sir?”
“We are replanting.”
“It didn’t go well, I take it?”
“Nope.”
“What do you need?”
“Everything, including fresh soil.”
“I’ll round up some workers,” he said. “But I suspect most of the ones we had won’t return after the incident.”
“I don’t blame them,” he said with a sigh. “I’m just glad no one was seriously ill. That could have been bad and gave Cunnings Cotton a bad reputation.”
“I’ve tried to keep it out of the media. Hopefully, it stays that way.”
“Yeah.”
“Did you find out who was responsible, sir?”
“Connor, just call me Blaise.”
“Oh, sorry,” he said quickly. “I’m just used to calling your father that.”
“I know,” he said. “And it’s either my brother or uncle. I can’t think of anyone else.”
“Have you confronted them?”
“No,” Blaise said. “But I will.” He hung up then got onto the plane. When he sat in his seat by the window, he thought about Alexandra. His fields required his undivided attention at the moment. He needed to bust his ass if he wanted to make it by the harvest season but he desperately needed to talk to Alexandra and fix their relationship. He missed her like crazy.
When he finally arrived in Georgia it was two in the morning. He wanted to drive to Alexandra’s but he thought that would be a bad idea. She was grouchy when she didn’t get her sleep. Instead he went home and walked into his office. He had to make sure everything was prepared for the following morning. Unable to stay awake, he fell asleep on his desk.
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