“I know. I have to stop. I just wanted to hurry spring along.”

“Ah, you’ve sketched out your ideas for your gardens.” Crouching, Brenna used her back to protect the papers. “Like a blueprint. That’s a clever notion.”

“It helps me see it. Let’s go inside, out of the wet.” She started to rise, then shifted and put a hand on the slope of her belly. “My center of gravity’s changing.”

“Another few months, you won’t be able to get up off your knees without a rope and pulley. Here, I’ll get these.” Brenna picked up the sketches and Jude’s garden basket.

“I saw Colleen Ryan going into the market the other day. She’s due any minute. She waddles,” Jude said as they stepped into the house. “It’s very sweet, but I intend to glide, Madonna-like, through my term.”

“You keep thinking that, darling.”

Brenna carried the basket back to the little mudroom off the kitchen and spread the drawings out on the counter to dry.

The kettle went on. The biscuit tin came down.

“I told Aidan I’d come into the pub for lunch.” With a sheepish grin, Jude bit into a sugar cookie. “But I’m always hungry these days. Nothing spoils my appetite.”

“Expecting looks good on you, Jude. I remember the first time I saw you, a year ago, standing in the rain at the door to Faerie Hill Cottage, looking lost. You’re found now.”

“What a lovely way to put it. Yes, I’m found now. Things I wanted, and could hardly admit even to myself that I wanted, happened.”

“You made them happen.”

“Some of it.” She nibbled on the cookie while Brenna paced the kitchen. “And some things are meant to be. You have to be willing enough, brave enough, to let them happen.”

“When you discovered you loved Aidan, did you tell him? Straight out?”

“No, I was afraid to. I didn’t trust myself enough.”

Brenna’s eyes sharpened. “Or him?”

“Or him,” Jude admitted. “Before I came here, I never made things happen, and it wasn’t courage that had me letting them happen around me or to me. It was fear and passivity. I had to learn the difference. To take charge of some things, to trust others to fall into place.”

“But you had to take steps.”

“Yes. Are you in love with Shawn?”

Frowning, Brenna sat. “It seems I am. I’m not ashamed to say it’s a shock to the system.”

“Love looks well on you, Brenna.”

At the turn of her own words, Brenna let out a short laugh. “It doesn’t feel well. But I suppose I’ll get used to it. I’ll get the tea,” she said when the kettle sputtered.

“No, sit. Have you told him?”

“Not bloody likely.” As a thought struck, Brenna looked over quickly as Jude dealt with the tea. “I know married couples tend to tell each other most everything, but—”

“You don’t want me to mention this to Aidan.”

“I don’t.”

“Then I won’t.”

“Thanks.” Brenna let out a breath. “It’s a matter now of taking those steps, and figuring out which come first. As well as I know him—Shawn, I’m meaning—he’s not as predictable as I thought before we . . . changed things between us.”