Family Tree by Susan Wiggs

that everyone thought this guywas bad, just because he had long hair and came from nowhere? He was totally nice.
    â€œHow are you not the size of a linebacker from eating maple sugar all day, every day?” he asked.
    She wondered if that was a compliment or merely an observation. “I’ve been on swim team since the third grade. Plus, I work like a rented mule around here. It’s not just making sugar a few weeks out of the year. We have to take care of the trees so they’ll be good producers. Then there’s the firewood. I’m not much for cutting, but I’ve done my share. I usually drive the tractor with the stone boat behind it. In the summer, there’s the garden and the critters. In the fall, the orchard keeps us busy. Apple cider.”
    â€œAnd you want to leave all this for the big city and a broadcasting career.”
    â€œOh, hell, yes. Please. Why does that surprise you?”
    He studied her in a way she wasn’t used to—as if he was really seeing her. Not just her long dark hair and her boobs, but seeing who she was.
    â€œBecause just now when you were talking about this place, you looked like the happiest person in the world,” he said.
    â€œI did?”
    â€œYou did.”
    â€œWell. I suppose that’s because I am happy. But I want to be happy trying something else, something I’ve always dreamed of doing.”
    â€œFair enough.”
    â€œWhat about you? What are your plans after graduation?”
    â€œI’ll probably work with my dad. He needs the extra help getting his business off the ground.”
    Her spirits dampened just a bit. Her mother was constantly warning her about hometown boys with no ambition. “They’ll hold you back,” Mom would say. “They never amount to anything. They want to settle down and raise a family, same as their parents and grandparents.”
    Annie didn’t necessarily see that as a bad thing. But doing exactly that hadn’t worked out for her parents. No wonder her mother was so skeptical.
    â€œSo you’re interested in being a mechanic,” she ventured.
    He grinned. “I’m interested in girls and beer. And maple syrup. I just added that to the list.”

6
    F letcher Wyndham stuck around through the rest of the sugar season, coming up the mountain each day at the end of school, and all day Saturday and Sunday. True to his word, Gordy brought on his two older sisters. Paula and Roberta were large, like Gordy, but a lot more outgoing, and they seemed to love the outdoors. They gathered and hauled and worked as hard as any man.
    Every day as Annie finished up the boiling, Fletcher would come into the sugar shack and they would talk—about school, life, family, the future, everything. She could listen to him talk all day. She liked the cadence of his voice and the light in his eyes when he looked at her. She liked his large hands and the easy, athletic grace with which he moved. She liked him in ways she’d never felt for a boy before.
    She wondered what it would be like to go all the way with him. Sex was still this big unknown thing to her, even though she thought about it all the time. It was like Europe—a place she studied and yearned to visit, but hadn’t had the opportunity yet. She was just waiting for her moment.
    All her instincts and urges told her that Fletcher Wyndham was her moment. Yet even though he was totally easy to talk to, she couldn’t figure out how to bring up the topic with him. Based on her past boyfriends, she figured all she had to do was offer, and he’d jump at the chance. She didn’t want to do that, though. Fletcher mattered to her. His opinion mattered. She didn’t want him to think she was easy, or worse, using him.
    He might not like her at all in that way. How could a girl tell? They needed to get to know each other better. Maybe then it would happen naturally.
    â€œThere’s a cooking competition