The Bad Boy Next Room (Charlie and Taylor) novel Chapter 80

“I want to harvest all the nuts!” Charlie exclaimed as she hopped into a pickup truck.

“Unfortunately, Babe, nuts are seasonal. Some young pistachio trees have irregular cycles and are late for the regular harvest. We can pick them, but right now, the real harvest is only for macadamias,” Taylor revealed.

“Oh,” Charlie reacted. “But how come there was almond pie?”

“Many almonds and other nuts are still left in the storage building and at the shop. Naturally, we have a store for direct buyers within the farm,” Taylor replied. “But don’t worry, the process of harvesting the nuts is just all about the same. You’ll get to see it.”

Charlie and Taylor drove past thousands of almond trees before reaching the pistachio plantation. When they got off, Taylor explained, “Nut trees grow in different soil conditions, so dividing the plantation into zones is crucial. Almonds and pistachios need dryer land; hence, they are put next to each other.”

“I’m learning,” Charlie noted.

“Good, because you are going to have to do your part of the family business,” he paused, putting an arm around her. “One day.”

Although her face burned, Charlie laughed. She said, “I could say the same thing for you.”

“Construction? Babe, I’m a civil engineer. I was born to be part of your family,” Taylor claimed.

“You are so confident!” Charlie grumbled.

“Yeah, well, that’s what you love about me,” Taylor teased, and Charlie could only frown because he was right! She really hated it when he was right!

“Wow!” Making it into the rows of young pistachio trees, Charlie’s smile reached her ears. “This is so amazing!”

Charlie took several pictures, including the young fruits that were within her reach. “Which ones can I eat?”

“These will taste differently, though. They haven’t been dried, but it’s a good experience altogether.” Taylor found a good set for Charlie, but it was a little higher than she could reach. “That one. Let me help you up.”

“Pfft. How—Ah! Taylor!” Taylor suddenly hoisted her up as if she were feather-light.

“Climb up onto my shoulders. Go!” Taylor instructed.

Charlie found herself sitting on Taylor’s shoulders, which allowed her to reach the fully grown pistachio fruit.