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3. What were some of Tucker’s characteristics and actions that reflect Christ?
4. Tucker knew Sabrina was Sweetpea from the beginning. How did his activities at the beginning of their relationship reflect God’s actions toward us?
5. Things began to spin out of control for Sabrina after she told her first lie—sending the photo of Arielle to Tucker. Have you ever found yourself getting deeper and deeper in your own pit of deceit? How did you extricate yourself?
6. When Sabrina asked Tucker what he wanted most, his reply was that he wanted to know her more. Do you think God feels this way about you? Why or why not?
7. Why did Sabrina use email to keep Tucker at a distance? What do you use to keep the ones you love at a distance? What is preventing you from true intimacy? Do you keep God at a distance? How does our sin create a wall between us and God?
8. Isaiah 43:25 says, “I, even I, am he who blots out your transgressions, for my own sake, and remembers your sins no more.” What does this mean, and how did Tucker’s actions reflect God’s reaction to our sin?
9. Renny didn’t mail her manuscripts for fear of rejection. What are you most of afraid of? How has fear affected your actions? What steps can you take, with God’s help, to overcome it?
10. Renny couldn’t quite believe she was a talented writer, despite Sabrina’s encouragement and compliments. Do you have a God-given talent you aren’t using? What’s stopping you?
Every author knows it takes many people working together to make a book happen. I’d like to give a shout-out to all those who put up with me, helped me with research, double-checked me, and encouraged me along the way.
I have to start with the Thomas Nelson fiction team. I’m so honored to work with this creative, hardworking, and dedicated team of publishing professionals: publisher Allen Arnold, Amanda Bostic, Jocelyn Bailey, Kathy Carabajal, Jennifer Deshler, Natalie Hanemann, Chris Long, Ami McConnell, Heather McCulloch, Becky Monds, Ashley Schneider, Katie Schroder, and Micah Walker.
I have to give an individual shout-out to Ami McConnell, who amazes me with her insight. Her editorial advice makes me look so much better than I am. I also owe a debt of gratitude to Jessica Alvarez, my second editor on this work—see, it takes two of them to keep me in line.
My agent, Karen Solem, intercedes, encourages, and does all that annoying contract stuff. Melissa Hankinson graciously offered to read the manuscript with an eye toward getting the Nantucket details right. Thanks to Joy Geiger for her help on research—we’ll keep the specifics to ourselves.
My best buds from Girls Write Out (
www.GirlsWriteOut.blog
spot.com
), Kristin Billerbeck, Colleen Coble, and Diann Hunt: God knew what he was doing when he put us together.
My family is a constant source of joy, encouragement, and research material! Thanks, Justin, Chad, and Trevor—you impact my writing in more ways than you know. And Kevin, my partner in crime. I can’t believe it’s been twenty years!
Lastly, thank you, friend, for joining me on this journey to Nantucket. It’s a real treat to share my stories with others, and I’d love to hear from you. Send me an email at Denise@DeniseHunterBooks .com or visit my Web site at
www.DeniseHunterBooks.com
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J
osephine Mitchell was up to her wrists in dirt when she heard the whistle. She looked past the ornamental iron railing down to street level where Cody Something shut the door of his ’79 Mustang.
He approached her veranda, shading his eyes from the sun with his hand. “Hey, Apartment 2B, my friend came through.” Cody tugged two tickets from the back pocket of his khaki shorts. “Louisville versus UK.”
Josie pulled her hands from under the wisteria’s roots and patted the dirt down. “Answer’s still no.” She smiled to soften the rejection, then poured more of the sandy loam around the vine’s woody roots.
“Forty-yard line. Biggest game of the year . . .” A shadow puddled in his dimple.
“Sorry.”
He sighed. “When are you going to break down and say yes?”
Josie’s cell phone pealed and vibrated simultaneously in her pocket. “Saved by the bell.” She wiped her hands on her jeans and checked the screen.
A frown pulled her brows. Her sister hadn’t called since she’d gotten the big news four months ago. Josie hoped she was okay.
“Sorry, gotta take this,” she told Cody, then flipped open the phone. “Hey, Laurel.”
There was a pause at the other end. “Josie? It’s Nate. Your brother-in-law.” As if Josie didn’t know his name or voice. He’d only dated her sister four years before finally proposing.
But Nate had never called Josie, and the fact that he was now only reinforced her previous suspicion. “Is everything okay? Laurel and the baby?”
“They’re fine.”
Thank God.
Laurel and Nate had wanted a baby for so long. They’d been ready to start trying, but then Laurel and Josie’s dad had the stroke, and the newlyweds had to move in with him and take care of him and the family orchard. Laurel hadn’t had the time or energy for a baby.
Josie sat back on her haunches and wiped her hair from her eyes with a semiclean finger.
“I’m calling about the orchard.” Nate’s tone was short and clipped. “I think it’s high time you hauled your city-slicker fanny back here to help your sister.”
She almost thought he was joking—Nate was as easygoing as they came, and she’d never heard him sound so adamant or abrupt. But there was no laughter on the other end of the line.
Words stuck in Josie’s throat. She swallowed hard. “I don’t understand.”
“No, you don’t.
Responsibility
is a foreign word to you. I get that. But there comes a time when a person has to step up to the plate and—”
“Wait a minute.”
“—help when they’re needed. And Laurel needs your help. We can’t afford to hire anyone else, you know.”
This didn’t sound like Nate. True, she hadn’t talked to him in ages, but he’d always been the picture of Southern hospitality.
Below the veranda, Cody caught her eye and waved the tickets temptingly. When she shook her head no, his lips turned down in an exaggerated pout, his chin fell dramatically to his chest, and he sulked toward the apartment’s main door. But not before he turned and flashed his dimple one more time, just to let her know he wasn’t too heartbroken. They both knew he was already mentally sorting through the other candidates in his little black book.
Nate’s angry voice pulled her back to the conversation, which, she realized belatedly, had been silent on her end for too long. “I don’t know why I thought you’d care,” he muttered. She could barely hear his words over the roar of a passing motorcycle.
“You didn’t bother coming after the stroke, or for the funeral, why would you care about this?”
“What
this
? Would you please tell me what’s going on?”
His breaths were harsh, as if he expected a fight.
“Laurel is having twins. She just found out yesterday at the ultrasound.”
Twins.
The word brought back a cluster of memories, none of them good
.
But Laurel was undoubtedly thrilled. Josie was surprised she hadn’t called, but then again, they hadn’t spoken much since the funeral almost a year ago. “Well, that’s great news.”
“The doctor wants her to take it easy. And you know Laurel.”
With harvest just around the bend, there wasn’t much that was easy about working an apple orchard this time of year. The phone call was making sense now. All except Nate’s antagonism. But then he’d always been protective of Laurel.
“When I came home from work today, I found her painting the nursery, and yesterday she spent the afternoon packing apples in cold storage for a new vendor she got. Every time I turn around, she’s sneaking off to work somewhere, usually the orchard because she’s so worried about it.”
Josie stood, stretching her legs, then leaned her elbows on the railing. “She’s never been one to be idle.”
“She really wants these babies, Josephine. We both do. And after what happened with your mom . . .” His voice wobbled as the sentence trailed off, pinching something inside her.
“Of course, I completely get that.” It was all sinking in now. She knew why he’d called. And she knew she wouldn’t say no, because, despite the distance between them, she loved her sister.
“She needs help, that’s the bottom line. I don’t need to tell you how much work is involved this time of year, and she can’t do it. We can hardly afford to hire more help.”
“No, she can’t work the harvest,” Josie agreed. His words from a moment ago replayed in her head like a delayed tape. “You said you can’t hire someone.” Laurel hadn’t mentioned financial troubles. She talked about their manager, Grady, as if he were God’s gift to apples.
“Not after last year’s failure.”
“Failure?” Her sister hadn’t said anything of the kind. True, they didn’t speak often, but when the topic of the orchard did come up, Laurel said everything was fine. At least, Josie thought she had.
“Laurel didn’t tell you? There was an Easter frost. We lost the apples.”
“Frost?” An orchard could lose a whole crop to frost, though this was the first time it had happened at Blue Ridge. Why hadn’t Laurel said something?
Nate sighed. “I’m sorry. I thought she told you.”
