Something About You. Bridget Anderson

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       Chapter 5

      “Are we sure we want to get in bed with these guys?” Glenda asked.

      Miles sat across the table from his business partner, at Saul Good’s sandwich shop, and contemplated her question. In the five years he and Glenda Edmunds had been in business together, her instincts had never been wrong. Glenda may have the body of a supermodel, but she also had the brains of a business mogul. The first time they met at a local beer festival he attended with friends, he asked her out. That date turned into a business meeting, and the partnership was formed.

      “What about the Latin American deal don’t you like?” Miles asked.

      “It’s too good to be true. I agree we need more public–private partnerships to generate crops that meet the needs of poorer countries, but the study they’re citing, I’ve never heard of this institute.” She pushed some papers across the table to him. “Give me a little more time to study them before we all sit down.”

      He picked up the papers and skimmed over the first page. “Sure, take a few more days.”

      “Great.” Glenda closed her folder and sat back in her seat. “So, how are things going with Brandon?”

      After taking a deep breath, Miles rested his forearms on the table’s edge and turned his hands palms up. “He’s coming along, I guess. It’s not quite the summer vacation he planned, but I’m gonna make sure he goes back to school with some real-world business experience.”

      “How did he like the World Hunger Day conference?”

      Miles shrugged. “He got bored and started hitting on some of the young female volunteers.”

      Glenda laughed. “He’s a Parker, all right. Why don’t you let him shadow me for a week or so? We can take care of some business, and he can help me shop for a new car.”

      “Oh, he’ll love that. The car part, anyway.”

      She held her fork up. “Then let’s make it happen.”

      Miles nodded, and they continued to eat. After several bites, Glenda got back to business.

      “So, last week when we spoke you were going to check out the property in Nicholasville I was telling you about. What happened with that?”

      “It’s been a crazy week. I haven’t had time to run back down there.”

      “I thought you were already in the area? You said you were in Danville.”

      “I was actually on a working organic farm in Danville.”

      Glenda put her fork down, laughing, and wiped her mouth with a napkin. “You worked on an organic farm? What on earth for?”

      “At the conference, my college mentor introduced me to this woman who has a nonprofit program called Rooted Beginnings that focuses on organic fruits and vegetables. She’s already gotten her program into the local school system. She’s pretty sharp.”

      Glenda leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms. “Oh, I get it now. What’s her name?”

      “Kyla Coleman. She’s working on her PhD. And what is it that you get, exactly?” he asked before taking another bite of his burger.

      “Why Miles Parker would spend any time on a farm.”

      Miles straightened his back. Glenda knew him better than anyone. He wasn’t the type of guy who planted his own anything. He purchased everything from the grocery store or had the store deliver. She also knew he wasn’t the womanizer the gossip rags made him out to be. “Glenda, you know me better than that. Her program sounded like something I might be interested in, so I decided to check it out.”

      “Miles, dial it back. You’re talking to me. We deal in drought-resistant soybean seeds, not organic fruits and vegetables. Unless you’re thinking about investing in another business?”

      “No, of course not. But I like to remain open to everything. During her presentation, she mentioned something about a new method in farming. I was hoping to learn more, but she didn’t get into that.”

      “So what did you learn?”

      “That she places a large emphasis on food education. It was interesting.”

      Glenda leaned forward. “In other words, nothing, when you should have been checking out that fourteen-acre farm in Nicholasville. I’m telling you, it’s going up for foreclosure, and we need to grab it.”

      Miles wiped his mouth with a napkin. “I’m thinking about going back down there for a week, so I’ll check it out then.”

      Glenda’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

      “Yes, I am. The farm is also a B and B. The owner, Rollin Coleman, is a former football player from UK. He was there at the same time I was. It’s a nice place. Besides, in half a day’s time I didn’t get to see much of what she does.”

      Glenda exhaled a long breath and looked down at the table. Then she inhaled and raised her head. “Miles, I hope it’s the farming you want to get up close and personal with, and not something else.”

      Finished eating, Miles pushed his plate aside. “Glenda, I’m all about business. If anybody knows that by now, it’s you.”

      Glenda also pushed her plate aside just as СКАЧАТЬ