Dawn looked at the clock over the kitchen sink. It was almost midnight. She rubbed her eyes.

Her grandfather had left her the old farm, but she didn’t want to be a farmer — she was about to graduate with a degree in marketing. Besides, the peach orchard was overgrown with weeds. What was she going to do with a farm out in the middle of nowhere?

There was a static buzz in the kitchen, and the lights flickered. “What

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