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math. Where was the money coming from again?” He cupped his hand to his ear.
    “Do you always have to be such a downer?”
    “Meaning you don’t know.”
    Sara shrugged slightly. “I have some savings.”
    She didn’t mean . . . ? Reid braced his foot on a bale of hay and blew out a sigh. “Aw, Sara . . . damn.”
    “Hey, I’ve done some research. This could be a moneymaker, an investment for my future. I’m not as dumb as I look. Even though I look like you.”
    Reid finally smiled. “But a helluva lot prettier.”
    “Wow . . .” Sara put her hands her hips and tilted her head. “Did you just pay me a compliment?” Her braid slipped over her shoulder and she looked not much older than a teenager. In that moment Reid realized how much he’d missed his sister.
    “Yeah, that
was
a compliment, since you’re way older than me.” Reid hefted another bale of hay onto the flatbed trailer. He grinned when she narrowed her eyes.
    “Right, older by fifteen stinking minutes. I was just eager to get away from you kicking and poking me.”
    Reid laughed. “Yeah, I imagine you shoved me out of the way, saying,
‘Me first!’
”
    In fact, Sara had done that all throughout their childhood, and he would give in more often than not—though he used to tease her mercilessly. But this barn-wedding thing was different. He didn’t want to see Sara lose her hard-earned retirement savings. After seeing his clients lose retirement money in the stock market crash during the tough economic years, Reid was hesitant to encourage anything remotely risky, especially when it involved his sister or his family. Even though he wouldn’t admit it, Reid was glad to take a break from investment financing for a few months. Losing money instead of making money for clients had taken its toll. Granted, a bad economy wasn’t his fault, but damn . . . it sucked. Lately his ivory tower felt more like a prison.
    “There you go, getting all quiet on me again,” Sara complained and looked at him expectantly. “I hope you’re considering my idea. Maybe willing to go over some numbers with me?”
    “The dreaded numbers?” Reid continued to work but glanced her way.
    “Please?”
    “I’ll look over whatever you have to give to me,” he offered, feeling a flash of guilt when she gave him a bright smile. Reid wasn’t likely to warm up to the idea. Barns and weddings and Cricket Creek just didn’t come together in his brain.
    “Thanks, Reid! Dad will be over with the tractor in a little while. We have a group of first-graders due here in about an hour. You’re welcome to tag along and see how the program works.” She grinned. “Just remember that you’ll be addressed as Farmer Reid.”
    “Maybe tomorrow. I promised Braden I’d help him out in the cornfields, and then I still have some unpacking to do over at the cabin.”
    Sara nodded. “Okay, well, I have to get going.” She stepped closer and gave Reid a hug. “I’m glad you’re here. I’ve missed you,
baby
brother.”
    Reid hugged her back and felt a tug of emotion. “I’ve missed you too.” He watched her walk away and then paused to gather his thoughts. You’d never know by looking around that the farm was in financial trouble. The grounds appeared fresh and vibrant. The neatly trimmed green grass of the front lawn was in gorgeous contrast to the three-story, classic white farmhouse. Bright, colorful flowers surrounded the base of the wraparound porch where Reid had spent many a long summer evening, playing board games with his siblings and then later cuddling with a girl on the porch swing or drinking some beer with friends. Jeff would often bring out his guitar and jam until his parents begged them to call it a night. Sunday evenings were often family gatherings after a huge chicken dinner. He thought of his mom’s apple pie and homemade ice cream and sighed.
    Reid gazed over at the house, shook his head, and smiled fondly at the memories. Oversized