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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 hermemories 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.
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    Shortly after noon, Ryan pulled up on his four-wheeler. “I’m hungry, Eva, what’d you bring to eat?”
    â€œStuff.” 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.”
    â€œCome on, Eva, that won’t fill me up,” Ryan whined, perched on his four-wheeler.
    â€œAnd 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.”
    â€œCherries?” Adam looked up from his sandwich.
    â€œShe puts them in everything,” Ryan said.
    Eva made a face. “If you’re going to complain, you can make your own lunch.”
    â€œI’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.
    â€œHow long will pruning take?” Adam blew into his gloves.
    â€œOn 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.
    â€œThat long?”
    â€œSometimes longer. Depends on the amount of help.” Eva took a drink of warm soup.
    â€œYour 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.”
    â€œRyan!”
    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?”
    â€œShort for Sinclair.”
    â€œIronic nickname for a minister.”
    Ryan laughed. “Not if you knew him.”
    â€œJust stop it.” Eva bit into her sandwich. It hurt that her brothers hardly spoke. They were both hardheadedand sticking to what they thought were noble principles. Sinclair punished himself for his part in an accident that took the life of