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“Did she now,” Sean commented. “Why does that not surprise me? She’s been talking about her mother’s quilts.”
“I’m here to see if there’s a way to help her get enrolled.”
Sean frowned for the first time. “Good luck with that.”
“Daddy,” Gracie called. “Can I go to Carrie’s house?”
Evan turned the truck off the highway and glanced in the rearview mirror at his daughter in the backseat. “Not on a school night.”
“It’s not tonight. It’s a party. A sleepover.” She hesitated. “All my friends are going to be there and I want to be with them.”
Evan wasn’t ready to let her go on her own. “If you want, your friends can come to the house and play.”
Evan looked at his brother, Matt, in the passenger seat. Usually Matt had never been shy about speaking his mind. Yet, since his return from overseas, he’d pretty much kept to himself, working the cattle operation and taking up residence in the foreman’s house.
His dad, on the other hand, had voiced his opinion many times about him isolating Gracie.
“Daddy,” Gracie called again. “She’s having a sleepover. And her older sister is going to put makeup on us and paint our toes and fingernails with any color we want.”
He tensed. She was too young for all that stuff. “I’ll think about it.”
Matt didn’t stay quiet this time. “It wouldn’t hurt to let her go. Give her that girl experience.”
Evan kept his voice low and controlled. “I don’t think Gracie will be deprived if she doesn’t get her toes painted.”
“How do you know that? You’re not a little girl. We got to do boy things when we were growing up.”
They’d had a rough childhood, especially after their mother had taken off, leaving her husband and sons. They’d been left unsupervised more than they should have been. It might not have been the typical home life, but they’d always got plenty of love from their dad.
“And look how much trouble we got into,” Evan told his brother.
A smile kicked at the corners of Matt’s mouth. “We survived, Evan. Kids need to learn how to deal with things.”
“Gracie has had to deal with enough already. So can we let it go for now?”
“Why? So you don’t have to deal with it? Gracie doesn’t have a problem. It’s you, bro. You’re the one who hasn’t moved on.”
Evan turned his attention toward the house and saw a strange car parked out front. He parked in his usual spot at the back and they walked into the house through the kitchen door. He heard laughter, then his breath caught when he saw Jenny Collins sitting on the bar stool talking with his father.
She was dressed in a pair of dark jeans with black boots and a red blouse under a short black jacket. Her blond hair hung past her shoulders in thick waves. He was suddenly irritated at the feelings she stirred up, feelings he’d thought were long gone.
“Man, oh, man,” Matt murmured as he removed his cowboy hat and placed it on the hook. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
His father finally noticed them. “Well, you’re home.”
Gracie came in behind them. “Jenny,” she cried and went to her. “You came to my house.”
“Yes, I did.” Jenny glanced at Evan. “I hope that’s not a problem.”
Not happy with the surprise, Evan hung up his hat, then crossed the family room. “Gracie, go put your books away and change into your play clothes.”
She started to argue, but then did as her father asked. “Don’t go away, Jenny,” she called. “I’ll be right back. I want to show you something.”
Jenny sent a challenge to Evan. “I promise I’ll be here when you get back.”
Everyone watched as Gracie walked out. But before Evan could speak, his father began, “Jenny Collins, this is my other son, Matt.”
Jenny smiled at a younger version of Evan, but one with an easy smile and dark bedroom eyes. And he knew how to use them.
“Well, hello, Jenny,” he said and took her hand. “You must be new in town, or my eyesight is going if I passed you by without as much as a hello.”
She laughed. “It’s nice to meet you, too, Matt. And yes, I recently took over the quilt shop in town, that’s why I’m here. I need to convince your brother that his daughter would be perfect for our class. I know Gracie is interested in joining us.”
“That sounds like a great idea,” Matt said.
Evan jumped in. “It’s not a good idea, because I don’t have time to bring her in.”
Jenny wasn’t giving up. “Surely we can work out something, Mr. Rafferty. She’s told me how much she wants to finish her quilt.”
Evan frowned. “I haven’t seen any quilt.”
Jenny was afraid she’d given away a secret. “Maybe you should ask your daughter about it.”
“I plan to.”
Jenny wasn’t sure what to do now. The man had dismissed her, but she couldn’t leave without seeing Gracie.
Sean stepped in. “I know Gracie will want to show you her project. And Jenny, we would like you to stay for supper.”
Jenny hesitated, but Sean smiled at her.
“It’s my famous beef stew,” he told her. She glanced at Evan. His stoic look was meant to drive her away. She refused to let it.
“Oh, my, how can I turn that down? Thank you. I accept.” She glanced around, trying to avoid looking at Evan Rafferty. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
Sean waved his hand. “Oh, no, you’re a guest.”
There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, then Gracie came running into the room a little breathless. “Good. You’re still here.”
She stroked the child’s hair. “I told you I wouldn’t leave.”
“And she’s staying for supper,” her grandfather told her. “Now, go and show Jenny where to wash up.”
Gracie’s eyes lit up. “You want to see my room?”
“Of course, I’d love to.” Jenny held out her hand and Gracie took it. Together they walked out.
Angry about being blindsided, Evan turned to his father. “What are you doing?”
“It’s called being neighborly. Something you seem to have forgotten as of late. I never thought I’d see the day when one of my sons would be rude to a guest in his home. It’s time you climbed out of the cave you’ve buried yourself in. It might be what you want, but your daughter needs more.”
Matt elbowed him. “Yeah, bro. And man, she’s one pretty lady.” He looked at his dad. “If you hadn’t invited her, I would have.”
Sean raised a hand. “Simmer down, Matt. Jenny’s interest is in Gracie. Even she can see the child needs more. And look here, son, help came knocking on the door.”
Evan didn’t like everyone invading his life. He just wanted to be left alone.
His father grew serious as he looked at him. “It wouldn’t hurt for the little one to have some female companionship. So, son, don’t go looking at this gift as if it’s a curse.”
Jenny glanced around the small yellow-and-lavender bedroom as Gracie showed off the row of her favorite dolls on a shelf along the wall. The hardwood floors were covered with a natural-colored area rug. There was a white twin bed that was covered with a patchwork quilt.
“My mom made me this quilt for my birthday when I was six.”
Jenny examined the detail on the Country Hearts pattern. The colorful heart appliqués sat inside each of the many six-inch blocks. The sashing was a wide strip of a lavender print. It was well done.
“This is so pretty.” Jenny looked at Gracie. “Your mother did beautiful work.”
The girl smiled. “She made a lot more. You want to see?”
“Sure.”
Gracie motioned for her to follow. They went down the hall into another bedroom. The second Jenny stepped inside she knew she shouldn’t be here. Yet, she couldn’t leave what was obviously the master bedroom. The beautiful large four-poster bed was covered in a solid navy comforter.
Gracie went to a cedar chest at the end of the bed. “They’re in there. Daddy put them all away after Mommy … died.”
Jenny felt as if she was intruding. “Maybe we should leave them for another time.” She glanced across the room at the dresser and saw the many framed family pictures. She recognized a younger-looking Evan standing next to a dark-haired woman who was holding a toddler, Gracie. And he was smiling. She doubted he did much of that lately.
She quickly turned away from the loving scene. “I don’t want us to get into trouble.”
The child struggled to lift the lid. “But my quilt is in here.” The child looked panicked. “It’s mine.”
Jenny had no choice but to help her. She opened the heavy lid and discovered the treasure inside. There were several colorful quilts folded neatly. The top one was an amazing Bow Tie-patterned quilt in shades of blues and burgundy. The background was cream-colored with intertwined blocks of printed fabric.
Megan Rafferty definitely wasn’t an amateur.
Gracie continued to dig underneath. “See, there it is.”
Jenny lifted out the plastic-covered blanket. She removed the covering and spread it out on the bed. The Wedding Ring design was only partly finished, but there were several rings already sewn together, and several other stacks were in the bag.
“Mommy and I picked out all the colors, but she got too sick to sew anymore.” A sad Gracie looked at Jenny. “She had to stay in bed all the time.”
Jenny couldn’t resist and sat down, pulled the small girl onto her lap and hugged her close. No child should have to go through that kind of loss.
Gracie laid her head against Jenny’s shoulder. “I didn’t get to see her very much ‘cause she was always sleeping.”
She had no doubt Megan Rafferty fought valiantly to keep going for her child.
“Oh, honey, it wasn’t because your mom didn’t want you around her. She was trying to fight to get better. Just look how she worked to make you this quilt.”
The girl raised her head, revealing tears. “That’s what she told me when I went to say goodbye to her. She said that I have to finish it for her. I promised her. I hafta do it.”
Evan stood in the hall outside his bedroom. It had always been Meg’s domain. She’d decorated the room, trying to make it perfect. It was—to an outsider. Yet this room had never been his sanctuary, even less so now—with the guilt he felt that he’d let his wife down. Now he was letting Gracie down.
Watching her, he felt another kind of pain. Jenny Collins was holding his daughter, stroking her hair, whispering words to soothe her sadness. Gracie couldn’t come to him, but she turned to a stranger.
When Jenny looked up, discovering him, it was he who suddenly felt like the intruder. Her dark-eyed gaze locked with his. He couldn’t read her thoughts. Did she think he was a bad father? What did he care what she thought? She was the one intruding on his life.
Jenny saw Evan Rafferty in the hall. She held her breath, hoping that he wouldn’t interrupt them. His daughter desperately needed to share some of her pain. She needed to let out her feelings without worrying about anyone else.
Jenny brushed tears from the child’s face. “What else did your mother tell you?”
Gracie looked thoughtful. “She asked me to be a good girl.”
“And you are,” Jenny confirmed. “What else?”
“To help Daddy ‘cause he’ll be all alone.” Those pretty sapphire eyes locked on hers. Her daddy’s eyes. “I don’t know how.”
Jenny had to swallow hard to move the lump from her throat. “Oh, sweetie. It will take time. Maybe if you both share all the good times together. Tell stories about your mom so you’ll always remember her.”
Gracie smiled. “Maybe I can tell him how much fun it was sewing the quilt with Mommy. Maybe he’ll let me go to your class.”
Jenny’s heart tightened painfully. “Maybe. But if he doesn’t agree right now, maybe he will later. You can wait,” she said positively. “Your mommy will understand.”
Gracie hugged her. “I’m glad you came to see me, Jenny. Will you be my friend?”
Jenny swallowed back tears and hugged the child to her heart. “Oh, of course, Gracie.” She glanced over to find Evan was still there. Her chest tightened, seeing that his child’s words had affected him, too.
That wasn’t all she felt. Their gazes connected as she suddenly became aware of the man’s powerful presence. Yet, underneath, she could sense sadness, a loneliness that pulled at her. She felt the longing, too. A rush of heat went through her and she couldn’t look away.
That was when she realized that all the Raffertys were getting to her.
CHAPTER THREE
AN hour later, Evan sat at the dining-room table drinking his wine. The laughter was getting to him, but he found it hard to join in. He watched Gracie with Jenny, recalling what had taken place upstairs in the bedroom.
His daughter’s sadness ran deep, and he couldn’t seem to help her. Yet, this woman had an easy, comforting way with the child. He envied that.
He turned to his brother. Matt seemed infatuated with her, too. That was a good thing, wasn’t it? It seemed his brother was returning to that happy and carefree guy he remembered.
His attention returned to Ms. Collins. She was attractive with those big brown eyes and silky wheat-colored hair. He felt a stirring of interest, but told himself it was because he hadn’t been with anyone in a long time. Even months before Meg died, they hadn’t shared any intimacy. Not that they had shared much before that, either. So it wasn’t exactly headline news that the sight of a pretty woman would push his buttons.
He took another drink of the zinfandel. The fruity taste—strawberry and raspberry—had just enough sweetness with a hint of oak. Pride struck him, knowing he’d helped produce the grapes for this vintage.
His father leaned toward him. “It’s so natural between them,” he said, nodding toward the two females. “It does my heart good to watch them.”
Evan knew that Gracie missed her mother. He’d hated hearing her crying at night, hated even more that he didn’t know how to comfort her. Meg had been the loving, nurturing one. She and Gracie had had the close bond he’d never managed with his daughter.
He studied Jenny. She had that same easy way with kids, with the rest of the family, too. He wasn’t going to let himself get taken in by the pretty woman. He didn’t need the distraction, and too many people could get hurt if things didn’t work out. His main concern now was his daughter.
