April surfaced and then walked out of the water. She draped a towel around her shoulders and sat down on the grass. “You can have him.”

Nessa could feel a slow burn on her cheeks. “What and who are you talking about?”

“The sexier-than-hell Jackson,” April answered. “You can have him. I won’t fight you for him. I’ve sworn off men. Somewhere down deep, they’re all worthless.”

“What if I’ve sworn off them, too?” Nessa asked, remembering the last relationship she’d been in. The guy had wanted to run her life for her, tell her what to wear, where to go, how long to stay. If she’d wanted that, she could have married the guy her dad had picked out for her. She’d told him to hit the road, and she hadn’t trusted herself to date since.

“Sworn off what?” Flynn sat down on the other side of her. “I saw Jackson on the way down here. He explained our property lines to me. I had no idea that the falls was on both our properties.”

“Me either. Not until he told me, but we’ve agreed to share the falls. Should I have asked you two about that first, or should we put up a barbed wire fence and divide the creek?” Nessa tried to change the subject before the blush on her face set fire to every freckle.

April raised an eyebrow. “Like I told Nessa, I’ve sworn off men, including the sexy Jackson, so you can have him if you’ve given up women, Flynn.”

“Not me.” Flynn turned toward Nessa. “That leaves you, Nessa.”

“Hey, I’m sitting right here between you two smart-asses.” Nessa stood up. “Or at least I was. Number one, I don’t need permission from either of you to like a man, and number two, what makes you think I even want to date anyone? Did you ever think that you two aren’t the only ones in the world who are having trouble with the opposite sex?” She made her way to the top of the waterfall and dived into the cold water. April was right—jump right in and the chill wasn’t so bad.

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Flynn sighed with resentment as he took his place between his cousins at the quilting project the next morning. Big, black clouds covered the sun, and the smell of rain was in the air. The old thermometer on the front porch said that it was only seventy degrees, and a slight breeze ruffled the leaves on the big pecan tree that shaded the house and shed.