He threw his head back and roared with laughter, “yes. Chérie, my family are farmers. Why do you think Gael got so pissed off at my father for luring his little girl from the big city of Houston to live in Louisiana?”
“Your father does not look like a farmer.”
“No, he does not but he has thousands of acres of land, factories, and warehouses. He employs thousands of people, and he is one of the top, if not the top, exporter in the US of quality product. There are days he works sunup to sundown.”
“You never wanted to join his company?”
“When I was small perhaps, but my father and I are quite different, and he always embraced this. He knew I was never going to follow in his footsteps because my brain is wired differently than his. He loved me and encouraged me to be the man I wanted to be
