“I’ll check my calendar for a day when I’m not working,” April assured Callie. “You’re going to be busy for a few weeks getting Cindy used to your big house and used to Belle.”

“Thanks again,” Kent mouthed over the top of Callie’s head.

April smiled and nodded. She didn’t expect him to ever ask her to babysit. And she wasn’t sure what she would say if Kent called her and asked her to come spend time with his daughter. She really didn’t have to worry about any of that, or the attraction she felt for the man, because she would probably never see him again.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two

Flynn found that sewing through two layers of fabric and the batting in between them was nothing compared to hemming a big quilt by hand. He was all thumbs when it came to doing something that Nessa called blind stitching. If the women from the quilting club didn’t like the part of the quilt that he had hemmed and didn’t pass them on their job, he would never know what was in the hope chest. More importantly, Nessa and April would never forgive him.

“Y’all need to stop hemming about three inches from the corners,” Nessa said from her side of the quilt, which was draped over the kitchen table. “Mama taught me how to make perfect angles, so I’ll do that part. Looks like we just might get finished by bedtime. Stella said she and Vivien are coming by tomorrow morning to look at it.”

Flynn looked up at the clock above the stove and muttered, “Yeah, if we work until midnight.”

April used a tape measure to figure out where the three inches fell and marked it with an extra pin. “Nanny Lucy always told the quilting club that she would do the corners, too. She was a perfectionist when it came to her sewing. And it’s only eight o’clock, Flynn. I remember Nanny Lucy saying it took about an hour to do each side, so with three of us working, that’s maybe an hour and a half.”

“We need music.” Nessa reached for her phone and brought up a playlist. “That will make the time go by faster. When I was a little girl, I figured out that each hymn Daddy played as we traveled was three to four minutes. That meant that about seventeen songs took up about an hour, and it was five hours from Canyon to Blossom, so I kept count with the gospel songs. Now I do it with what I have on my playlist.”

“Don’t tell me it’s church songs,” April groaned. “That’s all Granny wanted to listen to when I was home, and I felt like religion was being shoved down my throat.”