“And he’s addicted to you,” April told her. “I packed your things last night. That’s what’s in the boxes over there, and I put all my stuff in my old bedroom. The ghosts are gone. I slept like a tired toddler last night. No nightmares, and the bad memories are fading. I think my mother and Nanny Lucy are finally resting in peace. And so am I, because the past is finally fading away, and the future is looking brighter every day.”

“What has all that got to do with me and Jackson?” Nessa asked.

Flynn forked two pancakes over onto Nessa’s plate and then slipped four pieces of bacon beside them. “You have been going over there every day to work on your quilts for the past few weeks. Then you rush home early in the morning to make breakfast for us, then come back again in the evening to cook supper for all of us, and most of the time, Jackson comes with you. We are cutting the apron strings.”

“You are what?” Nessa picked up a piece of bacon and bit off the end. “What about our pact to be home for supper and have a visit over the meal?”

“You said the night the tornado demolished the quilting shed that you would think about moving over there into Jackson’s spare bedroom when I was able to sleep in my own room,” April reminded her.

“It’s time you have your own life and quit worrying about taking care of us,” Flynn told her. “As you can see, we can make our own breakfast, and we aren’t going to starve when suppertime rolls around. We’re both working, and we’ve already worked up a plan for groceries and the electric bill to be divided in half rather than three ways. We’re going to be all right, and we’ll have our little visits most every day anyway. I, for one, need them still.”

April laid a hand on Nessa’s arm. “We’re kicking you out, but not permanently. This is still your place as much as ours, and you will always have a key.”

“But your place right now is with Jackson. He’s ready for you to move in with him,” Flynn added. “But only if you are ready, Nessa. We can see things from our viewpoint, but what does your heart say?”

“To trust it, and I’m ready, even if it has only been a couple of months since the tornado.” Nessa smiled. “And it says to tell you both thank you and to admit that I’m in love with Jackson.”