Jamie’s POV
I take my testing kit, the soil samples and the map to my field office. Tara has come with me to sit in on my testing theories. My office is a ten by twenty square foot building out in the middle of the garden and orchard area. I have a desk along with tables and lights lining the walls with all the growing materials I need. It’s pretty much a greenhouse with a desk in it. I honestly love this space. This has felt more like home than anywhere else recently.
“So that meeting was pretty short,” she starts the conversation.
“Yep,” I answered, looking around and then closing my office door.
“What’s going on,” she asks, looking around.
She can obviously feel something is up. As my best friend since forever, she could read me like a book. She could take one l
