Season of Dreams. Jenna Mindel

He wanted them to work as a team. Despite being her boss, he wanted to establish a comfortable working relationship that was friendly. But not too friendly. Considering how attractive he found Eva, that might present a challenge.

      “Come on, we’ll trim a few rows down.” Eva climbed back on her four-wheeler.

      He followed at a sedate pace. In minutes they stopped and Eva grabbed a milk crate from the back of his ATV.

      “What’s that for?” Adam asked.

      “Reaching the middle branches. I’ve got extended loppers for the tops.”

      She lugged a small stepladder from her wagon. “I need a little more height.”

      Adam laughed.

      After getting set up, Eva motioned for him to come closer. “This is what we’re trying to do. Look at the tree and envision it covered with leaves. Prune back branches that will block sunlight to the center of the tree. Light makes more cherries.”

      He recognized the same fire in Eva’s eyes that had been in her father’s. The same passion for the work. Robert Marsh had been right. No one cared more for this orchard than his daughter. Last fall, Adam had fallen in love with this land just as they had, only he needed to learn how to make it grow and produce a living.

      She gestured for him to come near. “Watch how I make the cuts. We’ll work down this row, then come back on the next one over.”

      Eva stood on the top step, so Adam took the bottom. Through the smell of ATV exhaust on her jacket, he caught a delicate scent. Maybe it was her perfume, or the shampoo she’d used. Whatever it was, he wouldn’t mind getting a closer sniff. He peered around her shoulder, breathing deep. “Looks easy enough.”

      “Once you get the hang of it.” She turned to look at him but leaned too far back and slipped.

      “Whoa.” Adam grabbed her upper arms to keep her from toppling.

      She overcompensated and slipped down onto the bottom step, landing on his foot. Her eyes went wide and Adam caught a flicker of panic race across her face. “You can let go.”

      He stepped back and raised his hands in surrender. “I didn’t want you to fall. Worker’s comp is not good on the first day.”

      Adam smiled but he was curious to know what pulling her close would feel like. He suspected that she’d fit pretty well in his arms.

      Eva inhaled big gulps of frosty air while her pulse hammered in her ears. She needed to put space between her and Adam fast. Those bright blue eyes of his were a drowning place where she worried she couldn’t stay afloat. “Thanks. Think you can handle your own set of loppers?”

      He chuckled. “Absolutely.”

      “Good.” But could she handle working beside Adam? She wasn’t sure. It didn’t really matter. She had a job to do, so she’d better toughen up real quick.

      They pruned tree after tree with little conversation other than Eva checking his cuts and admitting he did them well. She’d catch Adam humming and then he’d smile at her, making her insides pitch.

      She wished she didn’t find Adam Peece so attractive. She might as well ask the sky to stop snowing for all the good it would do. Why, God? Why’d it have to be someone so handsome like him?

      Although Eva attended church every week, she wasn’t exactly on good speaking terms with the Lord. She stopped expecting His help a couple years ago after blaming God for what her boyfriend Todd had done. There was no easy way of getting over that kind of betrayal.

      Eva made another vicious chop, but cutting off her memories wasn’t as easy as trimming a cherry tree. Mistrust lurked deep in her still, ruining any hopes she’d had of dating. It was easier to keep guys at a safe distance. She stayed in control that way.

      Eva blew out a breath of pent-up air. But then Adam Peece barged into her controlled world and lingered in her thoughts far too often. Working long hours beside him was bound to be more difficult than she anticipated.

      What if she grew to care for him? Not likely, but working together for months in the field, who knew? Still, Eva wasn’t cut out for a guy like Adam Peece. And someone like him wouldn’t give her a serious look. Not in a thousand Sundays.

      Shortly after noon, Ryan pulled up on his four-wheeler. “I’m hungry, Eva, what’d you bring to eat?”

      “Stuff.” She trudged toward her ATV, stepladder in hand. Her brother had eaten a huge breakfast before they came out, but it was tough keeping that six-foot-two frame of his filled. “Come on. I guess a break’s in order. Bring your crate to sit on, Peece.”

      Adam had caught on to pruning quickly, making clean cuts and moving on. She’d checked his work repeatedly and was more than satisfied with what she saw. She didn’t want him to enjoy this. She wished he’d go back to his canning kingdom in Detroit and let her do the work in peace. She’d make a good farm manager, but hands-on teacher? Right.

      She opened her basket and drew out three thermoses. “Here’s tomato soup.”

      “Come on, Eva, that won’t fill me up,” Ryan whined, perched on his four-wheeler.

      “And chicken salad sandwiches.” She offered one to Adam before handing the plate to her brother. “There’s hot chocolate, too. Well, it’s probably lukewarm by now.”

      “Cherries?” Adam looked up from his sandwich.

      “She puts them in everything,” Ryan said.

      Eva made a face. “If you’re going to complain, you can make your own lunch.”

      “I’m just stating a fact.” Her brother laughed at her.

      Eva knew she’d overreacted. Just because Adam got under her skin was no excuse to take it out on Ryan.

      “How long will pruning take?” Adam blew into his gloves.

      “On these trees? A few weeks.” Eva smiled. If he skipped the rest of it, Eva might get more work done with Ryan’s help and his two interns. Most of them knew how to trim a fruit tree as part of their agricultural education.

      “That long?”

      “Sometimes longer. Depends on the amount of help.” Eva took a drink of warm soup.

      “Your dad said he had two sons. Where’s your other brother?” Adam sipped from his thermos.

      Eva glanced at Ryan. “He’s out on the mission field.”

      Her brother snorted. “Wasting time, if you ask me.”

      “Ryan!”

      Adam looked confused. “He’s a missionary?”

      Eva nodded. “Sin’s an ordained minister, but he’s more into education. He’s training native missionaries in Haiti.”

      Adam tipped his head. “Your brother’s name is Sin?”

      “Short for Sinclair.”

      “Ironic nickname for a minister.”

      Ryan laughed. “Not if you knew him.”

      “Just stop it.” Eva bit into her sandwich. It hurt that her brothers hardly spoke. They were both hardheaded and sticking to what they thought were noble principles. Sinclair punished himself for his part in an accident that took the life of Ryan’s girlfriend. Ryan blamed himself, but he resented Sin’s absence. He’d had to face Sara’s folks alone.

      After lunch, Eva grabbed the long pruning loppers to tackle another row of trees. Within hours, the snowflakes grew fatter and more insistent. They stuck to her eyelashes and blurred her vision. She brushed them away.

      She glanced at Adam on his milk crate. He’d slowed down considerably from this morning and kept blowing into his gloves. “Are you cold?”

      “Just