Chapter Eleven
It was slow work, studying each vine and determining which branches to prune. Once they developed a rhythm, Jason could see Millie had a good eye for training branches. They’d have to be pruned again in the winter, but pruning now would at least help this season’s harvest. He reached to snip a cluster that was too close to another, and not as hearty.
“Stop.” She laid her hand on his arm, and a frisson of electricity snaked up it. “Don’t cut that one.”
“Why not?”
“It doesn’t want to be cut.”
It doesn’t want to be cut? Kill him now, he’d heard it all. “What do you mean, it doesn’t want to be cut?” Jason wasn’t sure whether to laugh or groan in frustration.
“It wants to thrive.”
Jeezus. She really was nuttier than homemade granola. He narrowed his eyes. “And you know thi
