Adam had called and promised to be here by nine. It was past that. He’d taken Friday off to go downstate, and now it was Monday morning—no Adam. The past two weeks, they’d worked well together pruning sweet cherry trees. He’d caught on quickly, eventually bypassing the number of trees she’d trimmed. He enjoyed reminding her of that fact a little too often. Another peek at the time. Nine twenty. She climbed onto her ATV hooked up to the wagon loaded with gear and started the engine. She wasn’t waiting around any longer. He could find his way on his own. Revving the throttle, she pulled out of the garage and then stopped when she spotted Adam’s dark blue Jeep pulling in. He slipped into his coveralls, grabbed his gear and sauntered toward her. He looked pale and there were dark circles under his eyes. “Sorry.” “Rough weekend?” Her voice came out sharper than she’d intended. He’d told her that he’d changed from his old life. Was that a lie? “What’s with you this morning?”
