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schedule because of the soil content. There’s not enough nitrogen.”
    “What do you need nitrogen for?” she asked.
    “So you don’t know anything about farming?” he said with a laugh.
    “I never said I was an expert.”
    “It’s okay,” he said. “I can show you everything you need to know.”
    She watched him flood the soil with the water. He moved to the different pumps until just the right amount of water filled the rows of the soil. They spent hours tending to the field, tilling the earth when the soil level wasn’t right. A few weeds grew when they shouldn’t, so they pulled them out with their bare hands.
    Alexandra watched his every move, more interested in his physique than what he was doing with it. Through his shirt, she could see the outline of muscles in his shoulders. Everything was prominent and defined. Even though he was working his body, he seemed calm and relaxed, like their activities weren’t exhausting. Alexandra was sweating like she never had. When they were done, they walked back to the car.
    “Thank you,” she said again. “I really appreciate your help.”
    He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at her. “I would do anything for Martha. She knows that.”
    “How do you know her?”
    He averted his gaze. “She’s just a family friend.”
    She nodded. “That was still really nice of you. If I had to do this alone, I would probably destroy everything.”
    He chuckled. “You aren’t that bad, Alexandra.”
    “Everyone calls me Alex.”
    “I’m going to call you Alexandra.”
    “Oh.” No one had ever said that to her.
    “It’s too beautiful of a name not to be used.” He put his hands in his pockets then watched the dogs. “Bane hates leaving his two best friends.”
    Alexandra stared at the dogs. They were sitting on the porch in a pile, their tongues hanging out. “They do look like a happy family.”
    The front door opened and Aunt Martha looked at them. “Come in for breakfast.”
    “Don’t worry about it,” Blaise said immediately. “You should rest.”
    “I’m not paralyzed,” she said with a laugh. “Now get in here.”
    Blaise glanced at Alexandra then he walked inside. Alexandra followed behind him. Her eyes moved to his ass but then she averted her gaze, knowing it was completely inappropriate.
    Martha hugged him tightly as soon as he walked inside. “Thank you so much.”
    He patted her back gently, trying not to hurt her. “You’re welcome. I’m always here if you need me.”
    She pulled away. “I already ate but there’s plenty left over.” She set it on the table then left the room.
    Alexandra raised an eyebrow, confused. She walked to the sink and washed her hands after Blaise did then took a seat at the kitchen table. “She’s a really good cook.” She didn’t know what else to say and she felt the need to talk.
    “I know,” he said as he piled the French toast onto his plate. “It’s what she pays me in. I don’t get a home cooked meal very often.”
    She poured a large pool of syrup onto her pancakes. It leaked across the plate, moving everywhere.
    Blaise eyed it. “You like syrup?”
    “Oh.” Alexandra put down the bottle. “I guess.”
    “You guess?” He laughed. “Martha is going to run out quick.”
    She smiled. “I guess I have a sweet tooth.”
    Blaise cut into his French toast and ate quietly.
    Alexandra sat across from him, catching glances of him whenever the opportunity arose. His dark hair was messy but still looked sexy at the same time. It curled at the ends. His skin was slightly tan from being in the sun all the time, but he wasn’t extremely dark. His light colored eyes contrasted against his dark hair, making a perfect picture.
    In New York, Alexandra saw models all the time. They were easy to pick out on the street. But they were nothing compared to this guy. She wondered what a beautiful man like Blaise was doing in Georgia. He seemed too perfect for a small town. He ate his food with grace,