She shook her head. “I want something different. I want to give making quilts and shipping out kits like Nanny Lucy did a try. I figured out something when I cleaned out that closet. She kept all her feelings and her pain inside, and it was messy like that closet was. Now it’s empty and put to rights, so I hope she can rest in peace.” She sighed. “I only wish that cleaning out the closet had brought me closure. Maybe I should go to the cemetery and talk to her. That sounds crazy, doesn’t it?”

“I haven’t been to Uncle D. J.’s grave in a while. Want to go right now?” Jackson asked. “We’ve still got a couple of hours before it gets dark.”

“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “Give me ten minutes to change into dry clothes.”

He stood up and extended a hand to help her. She wasn’t a bit surprised at the sparks that danced around them or at the sudden rise in her pulse rate at the touch of his rough hand on hers. Once she was upright, he dropped her hand, but he walked close enough beside her that she could still feel the heat from his body.

“I’ll drive around and pick you up in a few minutes,” he said at the fork in the pathway, and then he broke into a jog toward his own place.

Nessa ran the last hundred yards to the house, dashed through the front door, and went straight to her room.

“Hey!” April looked up from the book she was reading. “What’s got you in such a hurry? And what’s all this money on the table for?”

“I’m going to the cemetery!” Nessa yelled as she closed her bedroom door.

She threw off her wet clothing and dressed in a pair of jeans and a dry T-shirt. There wasn’t much she could do with her still-damp curly hair, so she flipped it up on top of her head in a messy bun, applied a little lipstick, and crammed her feet down into a pair of cowboy boots.

April had moved to the porch with Flynn when she made it outside again to wait for Jackson.

“I like those boots,” Flynn said. “Got a hot date to go dancing at some honky-tonk?”

“Where are you really going? I know I didn’t hear you right,” April said.

“I’m going to the cemetery with Jackson,” she answered. “I hear him driving up the road now. I’ll explain everything when I get home. Take a look at the hall closet. I cleaned it out.”

“Are you going to tell me about this money?” April asked.

“We’re dividing it three ways. Take your third and just leave mine there,” she answered.

“Where did it come from?” Flynn asked.