Page 40 of Daddy's Little Farmer

“He works for us, and his job is to drive.”

She looked at him. “Do you like driving?”

Jorge looked surprised and then at Rafael and got his nod. “I do very much. They give me these cool cars to drive.”

She grinned. “I don’t like to drive.”

“Well, you won’t have to.”

“I can if you’re busy, though.”

Jorge smiled. “I can guarantee I will not be too busy for you.”

“Okay.”

Rafael got her in the car, and then he followed. When the door closed, it was dark inside, with only a few soft lights on the floor. She looked around in amazement. She’d been on a plane and now in a car that she guessed only movie stars had.

Rafael pulled her back into his arms. “How are you holding up?”

“It’s like I’m a movie star or in a dream.”

He chuckled. “Maybe both.”

She laughed and looked over her shoulder at him. “It’s pretty cool the owners let you ride in them.”

“Honey, I’m going to tell you something, and I don’t want you to freak out.”

She stiffened. That didn’t sound good. “Okay.”

“I own both the plane and the car.”

She looked at him. “Like by yourself?”

“Well, yes.”

She didn’t know how she felt. Before, he’d made references about money, but not enough to own his own plane.

“What are you thinking?”

“I don’t know. Can we talk about it later? I won’t be able to understand right now. There’s too much going on,” she said. Mara was feeling overwhelmed at the moment.

He kissed her temple. “Just remember, no matter what, I want you here with me more than anything, and we’ll work through any problems.”

That made her feel better. “Okay.”

“Relax. We’re just about home.” He pulled her back against him.

They drove down a street with houses bigger than the White House, she guessed. Everything about them was clean and tidy. The people who owned them had to be movie stars, and she wanted to see who they were. They slowed down some more and went through huge metal gates and up a long driveway.

“Jorge, take us to the farm, please.”

They came over a hill, and she saw a bigger house than the others down the road.

“Is that a country club?” she asked.

Rafael sounded like he was choking. “Not exactly. It’s a house.”

They drove down a small road toward the back of the place. She relaxed. Thank God she didn’t have to live there. They went past a grove of trees, and then the space opened up, and her breath caught.

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