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Sweet, heartwarming romance that will fill your soul, give you that warm, happy glow and make you laugh and sigh. From marriage of convenience, best friends to more, second chance at love, sacrifice and testing of faith, Jessie's characters are real, relatable and oh, so easy to fall in love with. You will never want to leave her story world!

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Picking the watermelon up, he pulled his pocketknife out of his pocket and used it to slip in the crack and finish the job of halving it.

“You’re obviously from around here, if you’re picking your kids up at school,” he said by way of starting a conversation while he took half of the watermelon and set it aside, focusing on the other half.

“Yep. I’ve lived in Prairie Rose all my life.” Her words sounded a little sad. Forlorn, even.

“Don’t you like it here?”

“I love it,” she said without hesitation.

“You just sounded a little…like maybe you weren’t happy living in Prairie Rose.”

“Well, actually, I live on a farm outside of town. So I don’t really live in town.” She lifted a shoulder and seemed to shake herself a little. “But I love it here. It’s gorgeous. The wide-open sky that stretches from horizon to horizon. And there’s a sense of pride. Crops everywhere; we feed the nation. It gives you a sense of purpose and makes you feel like you’re contributing something necessary and good to society.”

“Spoken like a farm girl.”

“Yeah. But I think the townspeople feel it too. Because obviously, they help us. We buy our groceries here. Go to church here. Educate our kids. We all work together, so even if they’re not directly contributing to the growing of the crops, they help us so that we can.”

“I’ve never actually thought about it that way. But you just described the sense of community that permeates the heartland of this country beautifully. Everybody works together, respecting each other and appreciating each other. There’s a sense of pride about what you do.”

“You must be from a small town,” she said, taking the watermelon he gave her and murmuring, “Thank you for sharing your lunch with me.”

“I am. From a small town. And you’re welcome. It’s not much for lunch. If I’d known I was going to be sharing it, I might have gotten something a little more substantial.”

“You actually did just go into the grocery store to buy watermelon for lunch?”

He held up his hand. “Guilty.”

“Then you must be passing through.”

“Actually, I just came up from Arkansas. I’m going to be staying for a while. Not permanently. But I’m doing a favor for my dad.”

“Arkansas?” Her brows furrowed, and she narrowed her eyes a bit.

The watermelon was sweet and good. Unexpected for this late in the season. He finished chewing and swallowed while he figured that maybe she had heard about him coming. He knew how small towns were. Everybody knew everything about everyone else.

She might even be able to give him a heads-up about the person he was supposed to be meeting. A friend of his dad’s.

“That’s right. Maybe you’ve heard of me. I haven’t talked much to the people I’m going to be helping. A man named Jeffrey Bolton. He’s a crop farmer, although he also has a laying house.”

“Yeah. I’ve heard of him.” She looked like she’d lost her appetite and stared at the watermelon in her hand like it had turned into a snake.

“Aren’t they good people?” It was the only thing he could think of to ask.

She tilted her watermelon, and one side of her lips pulled back. “I guess. They’re honest anyway. And you should get a paycheck when you’re promised it. The farm isn’t as prosperous as it used to be.”

“Why do I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me?” he asked, seeing no reason to beat around the bush. Suddenly he wasn’t as interested in his own watermelon, and he’d planned to eat the whole thing.

“I guess some people just say the farm is cursed,” she said, the tightness around her lips even more pronounced.

“Cursed?” He grunted. “In what way?”

He didn’t believe any of that garbage. There were spirits; he definitely believed in that. The Bible said so. But they weren’t stronger than God, and he wasn’t going to live in fear of them.

“Seems like every male that lives on the farm dies.” She tilted her chin and almost looked as though she were bracing herself for something.

“Really?” He’d never heard of such a thing. “So there’ve been a couple of accidents on the place?”

Farm accidents were not unheard of. They were actually expected, although, of course, they were tragedies, each and every one.

But farming was a dangerous profession. Heavy equipment, chemicals, moving parts and pieces, and work that had to get done, like, yesterday.

But there was nothing Shawn would rather do. The land called to him, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt he was meant to live on it, make his living from it, doing an honest day’s labor. Not that there was anything wrong with anything anyone else wanted to do with their life, but as for him, he was born to be a farmer.

“Every male that lives on the farm ends up dying. On the farm.” Her look was almost challenging as she stared at him steadily. Her words weren’t exactly ominous. They were stated as fact.

“That’s odd. Since I’m supposed to talk to Jeffrey. That’s a male. And he lives on the farm.”

“That was my dad.”

He was able to catch the “was” in her words before he opened his mouth. Shock tore through him. The farm that she claimed was cursed, was hers.

“He passed away earlier this year from injuries he sustained in the accident that killed my husband two years ago.”

Shawn stared at her, trying to think of what his dad had told him.

He could have sworn he said he talked with his friend. Maybe he had come earlier this year.

“I’m so sorry about the loss of your father and husband.”

“That was my second husband.” And now there was no doubt to the challenge in her eyes. “My first husband passed away. On the farm.”

Shawn stared at her, trying to keep his eyelids from fluttering. So help him, there was a part of him that wanted to get up and walk away. Find his own vehicle and drive back to Arkansas. He hadn’t wanted to leave his home state. He definitely hadn’t wanted to leave his family. Everyone he knew and loved lived around the town of Mistletoe.

He’d already lost his birth parents in a car accident. His siblings and his adoptive parents were all he had left.

But his dad asked him to move to Iowa and help a family here. Friends.

He hadn’t mentioned this friend was dying.

He also hadn’t mentioned that his friend had a daughter who was unmarried.

Shawn’s lips tightened a little, wondering whether he’d been set up.

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