My mouth dropped open. They built a fucking lake? How rich were these people—or Deb for that matter since her husband was dead?
“We’ll need to vacation here,” Mom said to Dad, looking around.
“Every year,” he agreed.
“I would love that,” Deb said and began walking toward the house. “So, Blake, starting next week, I have numerous people renting this place. I’ll need your help maintaining and fixing anything that needs to be fixed.”
“I can do that.”
My parents smiled at each other.
Their plan was working.
4
After we tooka tour of the guest house and looked out at the lake for a few minutes, Deb showed us around the property. Her apple orchard sat on five acres. Each acre had between one-hundred and fifty to one-hundred and eighty apple trees that consisted of eleven different kinds of apples. I had no idea there were that many different varieties of apples.
Red Delicious? Yes.
Granny Smith? Yes.
Some colored lady apple? Yes.
“You pick all of these yourself?” I asked as we stared out at the many rows of trees.
Deb laughed. “No, honey. I have farmhands.”
“Mom said you need help with your apples, though.” I glanced at Mom for a split second before Deb answered.
“There’s a lot more to my business than picking apples.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Duke will show you the ends and outs on Monday, but I also own a little shop in town where I sell apple jams, pies, cider, apple butter, and apple ice cream.”
“You’re making me hungry,” Dad groaned.
My parents were now in the guest house, our bellies were full, and I was showered and lying in bed about to call it a night.Just as I was about to pull up my favorite porn site on the slow as fuck Wi-Fi that seemed to take ten minutes to load a page, there was a knock on my door.
“Yeah?” I called out.
“Are you asleep?” Deb asked.
I turned off my phone and sat up. “No.”
“My niece is home, and I’d like you to meet her.”
“Yeah, sure.” I stood and then opened the door. Deb was in pajama shorts and a tank top and instantly my mouth watered. Then my eyes cut to the girl standing next to her.
“Blake, this is my niece, Sarah.”
Sarah stuck out her hand, and I took it as I stared into her eyes. The hallway was dimly lit, but from what I could tell she was cute with blonde hair, smooth skin, and a body with all the right curves.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Sarah stated, her eyes roaming over my bare chest.
“Likewise.” I grinned, and she removed her hand from mine.
“Sorry to bother you, but I figured you should meet in case you ran into each other in the middle of the night or something,” Deb spoke up.
