“In the garage,” April answered. “Waylon sleeps out there at night. And count me in for breakfast.”

“I’ll second that. French toast sounds great,” Flynn said. “Do we have to start quilting today? I thought I’d get busy on the rewiring.”

“Only after we quilt for two hours,” April said. “I want to get it finished so I can get out there and find a job. You two might have money in the bank, but I don’t.” She needed structure in her life. Get up. Go to work. Come home. Figure out that she was needed.

“I agree with April about working on the quilt a couple or three hours every morning while it’s a little bit cooler.” Nessa got a loaf of french bread from the pantry and sliced it into thick slabs.

“When we get done with quilting today, I’m going to weed the flower beds. Nanny Lucy would turn over in her grave if she saw how pitiful they look. The roses need to be deadheaded and the lantana pruned back.” April took plates down from the cabinet and set the table.

“So you know something about flowers?” Flynn asked.

“Don’t look so surprised.” April gave him the old stink eye. “I do know how to do a few things.”

“Did you ever work in a flower shop?” Nessa asked as she whipped eggs and milk together, then added sugar and cinnamon.

“No, but I worked in several greenhouses,” April answered. “Of all the jobs I’ve had since I left here, those were my favorite ones.”

“Good, because I don’t like to work outside, and I hate to get dirt under my fingernails. I’ll gladly do the cooking if you’ll take care of the flower beds and the lawn,” Nessa said.

“It’s a deal.” April nodded.

“What about me? Do I get to sit on the porch and watch you two work?” Flynn refilled all their coffee cups.

“No, honey.” Nessa reached over and playfully pinched his cheek, then browned four pieces of toast. “You get to sit on the porch and wait until a pretty woman comes by. Then you get to chase her down and seduce her.”

“You haven’t changed a bit.” Flynn slapped her hand away. “I think they mixed all of us up as babies. I should have been a preacher’s son, and you should have been the daughter of the greatest smart-ass in Texas.”

“That’s pretty much what Daddy told me this very morning. You wouldn’t have lasted overnight in the house I grew up in.” Nessa went back to the stove and browned more toast in a big cast-iron skillet.