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Wyatt:Not THAT kind of seed. Jesus, Laurel, what is wrong with you today?
Laurel:Can’t be sure. Okay, so you planted—I think that’s the term we’re looking for—the seed that you’re going to propose. Smart, because he’ll probably tell Hattie.
Wyatt:Not sure that he will. I think Hattie is looking for a proposal from him soon, and if I propose before Hayes, she might flip out.
Laurel:So then who would he tell?
Wyatt:My guess is Ryland, the brother, and Abel, the friend.
Laurel:Ahhh, smart.
Wyatt:Not just a hat rack, my friend *points at head*
Laurel:So there’s going to be a wedding.
Wyatt:There’s going to be a wedding.
Laurel:Am I the only one who thinks this is completely insane?
Wyatt:THIS WAS YOUR IDEA!
Laurel:An insane idea! I mean, a smart, insane idea, but I didn’t think it would work.
Wyatt:You underestimate me.
Laurel:Apparently. So am I invited to the wedding?
Wyatt:Uh, you’re going to be my best woman.
Laurel:Wyatt, that’s so touching. So when is it going to happen? Sooner rather than later? Can I bring a date?
Wyatt:It needs to be sooner rather than later, and of course you can bring a date.
Laurel:I’m assuming it will be in Almond Bay.
Wyatt:You assume correctly. Simple and small, I doubt Aubree will want anything big and flashy. Probably just a few friends and family.
Laurel:Crazy, but okay. Let me know when and where, and I’ll be there.
Wyatt:I can always count on you, Laurel.
Chapter Ten
AUBREE
Knock, knock.
Echo pokes her head into the doorway and says, “Can I come in?”
“Of course,” I say as I close my laptop and welcome the distraction from the numbers I’ve been looking over for hours. I have no lead as to what’s going on.
Instead of being outside today, I decided to come back to the office and look through the books with a fresh pair of eyes. And the fresh pair of eyes has done nothing to solve the problem. And since I wasn’t finding a solution, all I could think about was what Wyatt said. We’re spending a lot on farming our potatoes but not making the most dollars out of them. Which makes me think . . . do we need to cut down on the amount of potato fields like Wyatt suggested and use the land for something else, something that will bring more profit to the farm?
Ugh, I’d hate if he was right. He was literally here for two seconds before pointing it out, and it’s something I’ve been trying to figure out for a while.
“What’s up?” I ask. “How was your weekend?”
“Weekend was good. I settled more into my apartment. Hung up some curtains and potted some plants.”
