Blaise cursed under his breath as he rushed to the ute. He was far from being dressed to be driving in a big, dirty machine, but to hell with that. The call to get behind the wheel of this combine was loud and clear, and he was answering.
I should’ve known better to park the ute here like that.
He had been thinking of how surprised Dusty was going to be to see him, and well, of course, he was hoping maybe it could lead to something else. He felt like he was in his own sort of drought because of the harvest. The seeding back in June was like this, he wasn’t sure why, but with the crops, Dusty was more stressed and intense.
He patted Ted on the head. “I’m taking this as a good sign, boy. Wish me luck.” Ted just looked back blankly. Molly blinked with empty eyes at him as well.
Blaise moved the ute out of the path of the combine. He wasn’t sure where to park it, so he put his foot on the brake and looked around while feeling a little flustered. It was hot, he was in his suit, and it was on a whim that he’d dropped into the farm in the hopes that it would lead to seeing Dusty today. They had plans for the weekend, so she wasn’t entirely avoiding him, but not seeing her as much as he was used to was becoming difficult.
It had been like this during seeding time, but he guessed he got through that because it was also the end of the financial year, and he had a lot of work. Now, for him, things were slowing down in the lead up to Christmas, which meant Blaise had a little more time on his hands. Time, he wanted to spend with Dusty. And it wasn’t just the sex he was missing. He missed her laugh, her special humor, and how great he felt simply being with her, especially when they were working together on the farm. Even though it always seemed he was doing something wrong when it came to farming and Dusty. But that didn’t mean he wanted to leave. He was slowly getting the hang of things. There was just so much to learn, and he was also trying to establish his own accounting business.
He put his foot on the brake, pausing to try and think of the best place to park the ute which meant it wasn’t going to be in the way.
Dusty pointed in front of the truck. “Park it there for now,” she yelled out.
Not where I would’ve thought to park it.
That was the thing, he just couldn’t work out what needed to be done sometimes, no matter how much he thought about it. He did notice how tired she looked. While the shadows under her eyes weren’t dark, they were there, and her eyes didn’t have the sparkle they normally did. He wished he could take away some of her workload. Dusty was slowly getting better at letting him do more. She was a terrible teacher, and very impatient, which didn’t help. It was one of the annoying parts about her that he secretly liked. The way her temper would rumble to the surface in a bluster, not too different from the hot north wind.
Blaise gave her the thumbs up and smiled to let her know he got it. As quickly as he could, he parked the ute and got out slamming the door. Then he remembered the packaged lunch her mom, Claire, had given him. So, he opened the door to grab the insulated lunch box then hurried over to her, not wanting to delay the harvest or be accused of it.
He didn’t get the need to be in so much of a rush.
Which was why he was suggesting that they could’ve spend a little time together today.
“Will the dogs be fine on the back?”
“Yeah, we won’t be long.”
Blaise wasn’t sure if ‘not being long’ was a good or bad thing. He decided to shrug off the comment. It didn’t matter.
He was about to drive heavy machinery and looked up at the combine harvester. Though, this might just be a better option. He couldn’t wait to tell his city mates, so he got out his phone and took a quick photo.
“Come on, no time for that.”
He took a photo of Dusty.
“Not when I look like this.”
He grinned cheekily. “I need a photo of you to remember what you look like.”
“It’s not like you’re never going to see me again.” She rolled her eyes, turned, and clambered up the metal steps and inside the cab.
Blaise had to admit, he enjoyed the sight of her tight arse in the jeans. He’d asked her why she wore jeans in such hot weather. Apparently, it was for safety reasons. Right now, he was glad about that. He certainly had a great view as she slipped into the tight space of the cab.
“Coming up?” Dusty demanded. Her facial expression was stern and lacked any sort of patience.
Blaise didn’t know why, but he loved her sassy attitude. He suppressed a grin as he reached out to hold on to what he thought was a bar.
“Don’t touch that.”
He pulled his hand away just before his fingers touched the metal. “What?”
“You’ll burn yourself.” She sighed with frustration. “Weren’t you watching how I got up here?”
His cheeks flamed red in a deep blush. Hell, yeah, he’d been watching.
“Blaise.” She said his name in such a tone it was as if she knew what he’d really been watching. Dusty leaned out of the cab a little and pointed. “Grab on to here, and these are the steps.”
