It was 1885, and Mr. Darcy had been a farm hand on Mr. Bennette's farm for many years. Mr. Bennette loved young Darcy as if he were the grandson he never had, since Mr. Bennette only had one granddaughter- Abagail. She lived far away with her father, and Mr. Bennette hardly ever got to see her. One warm August day news came that Abagail would be visiting for the remainder of the year, because her father was going away on business. Mr. Bennette told young Darcy to get everything prepared, he wanted everything to be perfect for his granddaughter, and since it was just Mr. Bennette and Mr. Darcy alone on the farm it would take a few days to get everything ready.

A week after the news arrived a carriage came to a slow stop in front of the Georgia plantation, and a gorgeous brunette with bright green eyes stepped out of the carriage holding a light pink umbrella to shade the hot sun baring down on this hot August day. Mr. Bennette rushed out of the house to welcome his granddaughter, she curtsied, bowing her head softly closing her eyes.

"Good evening, Grandfather," Abagail said when she opened her eyes.

Mr. Bennette bowed his head, closing his eyes. "Evening Abby."

Abagail smiled; she loved how her Grandfather called her Abby. It made her feel loved and special. Mr. Bennette called Mr. Darcy from the barn, to come help Abagail with her luggage.

Mr. Darcy walked out of the barn, sweat dripping off of his brow onto his bare chest. He walked slowly toward the pair and his breath caught in his throat when he saw her. She was the most beautiful woman Darcy had seen in a while. He bowed his head, closing his eyes; he had to struggle to keep his voice from breaking.

"Good evening, Ma'am," he said smiling at Abagail’s beautiful face.

As soon as Abagail saw him walking from the barn she knew this was going to be an interesting visit. She watched a lovely bead of sweat roll down his chest disappearing into his trousers. She smiled as she watched him bow his head, she curtsied, bowing her head. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Good Evening Mr. Darcy, you may call me Abby." She smiled at him, watching his gorgeous face break into a smile.

Mr. Bennette escorted Abby into the grand home by her arm, filling her ear with stories of things that have happened around the town and the recent gossip. Darcy watched her as she walked away; something was tugging at his mind. He shook his head. You barely know her, she's your boss’s granddaughter- pull yourself together, he thought to himself. He roughly grabbed the luggage, cursing this visit. It was going to be hard concentrating on his work with her hanging around.

Abagail walked into the house, loving the feel of home she got when she was here. She turned around and saw Darcy had put a shirt on. She frowned, disappointed. He looked her way but didn't smile when he walked by taking her luggage up to her room. She watched his firm buttocks sway a little as he walked; this is going to be a very interesting visit indeed.

Mr. Bennette walked with Darcy and Abby up the stairs to her room. Darcy lightly placed the luggage on the bed and turned to leave. Abagail grabbed his arm and a bolt of electricity shot through his arm at her touch. He slowly