Season of Dreams

A smile reached her eyes. “I’ll take my chances.”

Adam enjoyed this spunky Eva who looked ready for anything. He started his engine and, with a grin, squealed the tires out of the garage. In no time, they were jostling down a pristine white path into the orchard. They passed a section of smaller trees, their bases wrapped with what looked like plastic tubes. At one point, Ryan veered off into a parallel row and sped forward, spraying a tail of snow.

Adam grinned and followed suit. He couldn’t get lost with only one way to go, straight ahead. So he gunned it.

He looked back to see Eva chugging behind them. Ryan tore down the next row over, so Adam bit the racing bait with a jerky jump forward as he revved the throttle. Playing chase, they sped along slipping between trees until Ryan darted in another direction. From out of nowhere, the path ended. The orchard stopped and a fence loomed ahead.

Adam swerved left. Applying the brake too quick, he spun and tipped into a cherry tree. His shoulder hit first, then the four-wheeler pinned his leg against a surprisingly solid mass for a thin trunk. Great. He was stuck. After a few minutes of trying and failing to loosen his leg enough to leverage the ATV back onto all four wheels, he heard Eva’s approach.

She shook her head at him as if he’d been caught stealing one of her scones without asking. “What are you, twelve?”

So much for worrying about him. He wasn’t physically hurt, just his pride, but still, she could at least look concerned. He laughed. “Sometimes.”

He heard her chuckle under her breath, and then she climbed up onto the high side foot bed and grabbed the handlebar. With considerable strength for her small stature and a deep grunt, she leaned back and righted his ATV.

He rubbed his calf. “Ow, that was my leg…”

“You’re the one tearing around.” She gave him a smarty-pants grin and then, without tossing an ounce of pity his way, she knelt and gently ran her gloved hands down the trunk of the tree he’d hit.

“Hey, what about me?”

She pulled down her balaclava. “You’ll live. The tree might not.”

He climbed off his four-wheeler and knelt next to her. “Why?”

She scooted around to the other side of the tree, looking for damage there. “See this gash?”

Instead of concentrating on her instruction, he watched her pretty face. The tip of her nose looked red. “Yeah.”

Abruptly, she stood and stepped to the other side of the ATV. “Wound a tree and insects or rot can set in. Get a bad case of bugs because of a wound, and lose an entire section of crop.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.” She’d reduced him to feeling like a twelve-year-old. One who’d just been clued in to the serious consequences of his actions.

“Can’t you put some goop on it, or wax?”

She shook her head. “Doesn’t work that way. Artificial remedies usually make it worse. I’ll have Ryan check it out. It’s a young tree. It might heal itself. We’ll have to keep an eye on it come spring.”

Adam liked the sound of her using the word we. 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.