Gone Country (Rough Riders #14)(21)

She smiled. “Oh, I get at least that. Last year I ended up with ninety pounds from each hive. And with twelve hives…”


“Honey, that’s a whole lot of honey.”


“Yep. I bottle it, sell it locally, and send some to stores across the state that specialize in Wyoming-made items. Skylar at Sky Blue buys a lot to use in her beauty products. Honey production is my most profitable business. I do the least amount of work. It’s a sweet deal.”


Gavin groaned at her pun.


“Thanks for listening to me blather.”


“My pleasure. I’m interested in your life and livelihood, Ree, but I haven’t forgotten about that almost kiss.” He started to move closer, but stopped to pull his buzzing cell phone from his pocket. “It’s time to get Sierra from the bus stop. We’ll pick this up later.”


Break over, Rielle returned to work.


Chapter Nine


October…


Rielle knocked on Gavin’s office door.


He answered with a terse, “What?”


She poked her head inside. “Is it safe to come in? You sound grumpy.”


“I am. Where the hell have you been the last four days?”


“Honey harvest time, remember? What’s put the wrinkle in your brow?”


“A lot of stuff. I’m in a lousy mood. You’d best trot your little self back downstairs.”


Wow. Little self? Was he trying to start a fight with her? “What happened that’s got you locked in your office on a Saturday?”


“The idiot running one of my new properties somehow lost all the property maintenance records for the last three years.”


“Lost? Don’t you have a backup copy?”


Gavin paced behind his desk. “You’d think so. But no one can find a backup. I’ve had to walk him through every single step of searching programs and documents, which he should know how to do. I finally told him to take the tower to my computer guru to see if there’s anything on the hard drive. But instead of taking it where I told him, he dropped it off at Best Buy because it was closer to his house. Now I suspect he purposely erased all the records because he knows I’ll see shit hasn’t been done on the property for a long time. I’ve had nothing but problems with him.”


“Why keep him on if he’s such an idiot?”


“Some sob story from the previous owner about the guy trying to get custody of his kids from his ex-wife.”


“Which would be a trigger for you to give him a chance,” Rielle said.


“And speaking of triggers…” He made an exasperated noise. “Sierra pushed all my buttons today. Every. Single. One. Which hasn’t happened for a while so I guess she decided we were overdue for a fight.”


She watched him beat a path across the carpet. He looked damn fine in workout clothes; a gray sleeveless T-shirt that showed off his defined shoulders and biceps and navy-colored boxing shorts that hung off his lean hips. She imagined his back muscles bunching up and his biceps rippling when he smacked the heavy bag. His sweat-dampened shirt clung to his pectorals. Would his sweat carry the clean scent she associated with him? Or something more raw and masculine?


“Rielle?”


She snapped back to attention. “Ah, yeah?”


“Why are you here?”


I missed you. “Chet and Remy need to talk to you about something.”


“Great. Maybe they’ll tell me why this garage project is stalled.”


She sauntered behind his desk. “After seeing you so aggravated, I’m offering you the ideal way to work off some of that frustration.”


Gavin tilted his head. “I’m listening.”


She fought a shiver at his very sexual once-over. “You offered your harvesting services. I’m here to collect. It’ll be fun. It’s a gorgeous day. Not many more left. The fresh air and sunshine will help you forget about your problems, if only for a few hours.” She poked him in the sternum. “And if you prove to be a good worker bee, I’ll even fix you lunch.”


He snatched her finger. “First, don’t poke me because I poke back. Second, thanks for giving me the chance to do your heavy labor so I feel better.” He smiled. “But you know what? I accept. I will expect dessert with my lunch. Something really sweet. Think you can handle that?”


“With one hand tied behind my back.” She poked him again and ducked out of his reach. “When you’re done dealing with Chet and Remy, trot your little self down to the gardens.”


After three hours of laboring in the dirt, Gavin sighed heavily. “How many acres of root vegetables did you plant?”


“Acres?” she repeated.


“Can’t you harvest these with a tractor or something? This digging them up by hand shit really sucks.”


Rielle leaned on her shovel. “A tractor? Really?”


“Tractor, plow, rake, combine, whatever. I’m tired. Aren’t you tired?”


“Nope. And when did you turn into Sierra, complaining this sucks and that sucks?”