Contents ( 41)
- Love Blooms
- Jennifer Faye
- Copyright
- Contents
- Dedication
- About this book...
- Quote
- 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
- The Elegant Baker’s Blueberry Crumble Muffins
- Afterword
- About Author
- Also By
She didn’t need another man in her life to decide things for her. But what was done was done, and she was pretty certain Ethan couldn’t use a big, beautiful chandelier. And so now she had to figure out how to come up with enough money to pay him back.
As it was, she’d bid on one other thing. It was something that only one other person wanted. It was an old mirror that had been cracked. The gold paint on the frame was worn and chipped. In other words, it was a mess. But she could see the beauty in it. And when the bidding started so low, she just couldn’t resist bidding on it. She got it for less than a hundred dollars. Not too shabby.
If only the chandelier had been that cheap, she wouldn’t be worrying about how to pay Ethan back. She’d had to scale back her baking orders in order to make room for planning the Spring Fling, but at this point most of it was now planned. Maybe it was time to put word out that she was open for more orders—a lot more orders. That chandelier was far from cheap.
Chime. Chime.
Everyone grew quiet at the sound of a cell phone going off. Aunt Birdie sent Ethan a disapproving look.
“It wasn’t me,” he said.
“It’s me. Sorry.” Hannah reached into her purse and withdrew her phone. “I’ll mute it.” When she glanced at the screen, her mouth gaped.
Ethan grew concerned. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Hannah smiled. “Awe… My niece’s goat just had a baby. Nikki sent a picture.” Hannah turned her phone for his aunt to see. “It’s a black pygmy goat. It’s a little boy. And she named it Dash.”
“It’s so tiny,” Aunt Birdie said. “And totally adorable.”
“It’ll grow quickly.” Hannah moved the phone so he could look too.
“I take it this isn’t the first baby goat.” He gazed at the photo of mother and baby.
Hannah moved her finger rapidly over the screen messaging her niece back. “My brother probably wishes those were his only two goats. Why? Are you looking to adopt?”
Ethan held his hands up. “Not me. I don’t think my landlord would approve.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing. They are so cute. My brother’s late wife loved animals. So they have a menagerie of animals including miniature goats. Who knows what they’d planned to get after that, but then Nikki came along. Not long after that we lost my sister-in-law.”
They offered their condolences.
Hannah was anxious to move on from that sad subject. She focused on Birdie. “I should have brought the plans for Spring Fling. I was in such a rush this morning that I forgot them. I’m sorry.”
“No worries, dear. I’d rather hear the details from you than to look at a bunch of papers.” Birdie sent her a reassuring smile.
And so Hannah filled her in on the plans. Birdie offered some helpful pointers here and there. But she seemed to like what Hannah had done—what she and Ethan had done.