Contents ( 30)
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
“I’ll keep a bowl of candy on the counter,” she said.
Because her Gram would want the kids to be able to come in for candy still.
She just knew it.
“What’s that?” Mary pointed to the book that was on the table next to Lark.
“It’s not your business plan, is it?” Hannah asked.
Lark rolled her eyes. “No. Even I’m not a big enough hipster to put my business plan in a leather bound book.”
“I don’t know about that,” Avery said.
“I don’t know what it is. I grabbed it off the top of the craft boxes before I came down. I wanted to see what was in it.”
It was worn, the edges looking chewed and tattered. The leather cover was pale in the places where someone’s hands might have rested while holding it. She opened it up, and saw small, neat handwriting on the first page.
Memory quilt.
On the next page was a graph. A design for a quilt, with each piece laid out on the grid.
“Grandma was making a quilt,” she said. “This is...”
She turned the page. There was a scrap of lace affixed to it, and underneath it in that same handwriting it said: wedding dress.
“It’s like a swatch book. With fabric for the quilt.”
“That’s interesting,” Hannah said. She got up from her seat and move down to the end of the table, peering over Lark’s shoulder. “What else?”
She flipped the page where there was a very colored fabric in silk and velvet. “‘Parlor curtains.’” She went to the next page, which had a fine, beaded silk. “‘Party dress.’”
“There’s all kinds of stuff like this up in the attic,” she said. “Remember when Gram used to let us go through her collection and choose things to craft with? Broken earrings and old yarn and fabric. And always tons of unfinished projects lying around. Obviously she intended to make this quilt. Maybe she even started it. And it’s somewhere up there with all of the...the unfinished things.”
Unfinished.
That was the word that kept echoing inside of her.
Because it was why she was here. She was one of the unfinished things.
Being here, opening the café, it would give her a chance to finish some of what her grandmother had started.
Maybe along the way she’d manage to join up some of the unfinished pieces inside her own soul.
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Copyright © 2021 by Maisey Yates
ISBN-13: 9781488085840
Cowboy to the Core
Copyright © 2021 by Maisey Yates
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