Chapter 19

“It should have been. Our trees are hardy and high producers. And the sale price on hazelnuts is at a record high. Has been for a couple of years. But my father…” Beck blew out a breath and braced his hands on the counter. “He’s not cut out to be a farmer. You have to care about the land, the crop, the product. He cares about money.”

Jordan made a noise that sounded a bit like disgust, and Beck smiled. He poured some creamer into his mug, brought it over to the island, and perched on one of the stools tucked under the edge. Jordan sat as well.