Making His Way Home. Kathryn Springer

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СКАЧАТЬ historical society let us borrow them for the weekend.” Grace tugged off her bonnet and drops of sunlight splashed between the leaves, highlighting threads of mahogany in her hair. “It was Kate’s idea. A creative way to help people remember the past.”

      Unfortunately, Cole wasn’t having a difficult time doing that. Not with Grace sitting less than two feet away from him, carefully removing the crust from her sandwich....

      “What are you looking at?”

      Cole’s lips quirked. “You still don’t eat your crusts.”

      “No.” Grace glanced down at her plate. “Because they still taste like crusts.”

      The simple logic—and the way Grace’s nose wrinkled—made Cole smile. “I just figured that removing the crusts from a piece of bread was something a person...outgrew.”

      “Do you eat mushrooms?”

      Cole couldn’t prevent a shudder. “No.”

      “Why not?”

      “Because they taste like mushrooms?”

      “So in other words, a strong aversion to a particular food isn’t something a person necessarily outgrows.”

      “It’s not a strong—” Cole stopped. “I guess not.”

      Grace smiled.

      Okay. They were having a conversation about crusts and mushrooms, but at least it was a conversation. And he’d coaxed a smile from her.

      Cole considered that progress.

      Until Grace chucked her half-eaten sandwich back in the basket.

      “I’m sorry I don’t have a lot of time, but the first tour starts in an hour and I have to get B.C. hitched up to the wagon.” She rose to her feet. “Don’t rush, though. Just leave the basket on the stage and I’ll pick it up when you’re...”

      Gone? Cole was tempted to fill in the blank while Grace searched for a polite word.

      “...finished.”

      He couldn’t help but wonder if she would have cut the time short if Shaggy or the guy in the purple tie had placed the highest bid.

      But it was probably for the best if he and Grace parted company. The same conclusion Cole had reached twelve years ago.

      “There you are!”

      Cole turned at the sound of a familiar voice and saw the auctioneer chugging toward them across the lawn.

      “You left before I had a chance to give you this.” The man stopped at the edge of the blanket and waved an envelope under Grace’s nose. “It’s the roster with the names of the people who signed up for your first tour.”

      “Thank you, Mayor.” She practically snatched it out of the man’s hand.

      “You look familiar.” The man’s attention shifted to Cole now. His snow-white mustache, waxed into points, hung from the shelf of his upper lip like icicles. “Do you have family around here?”

      Cole didn’t know what to say, not sure he was comfortable claiming a relationship with Sloan, one based solely on DNA.

      To his surprise, Grace stepped into the silence. “This is Cole Merrick, Mayor Dodd.”

      “Sloan’s grandson?”

      “That’s right.” The words stuck in Cole’s throat.

      “Sloan would be thrilled to know you’re back, son.” The mayor clapped him on the back. “That piece of land meant a lot to him.”

      Cole smiled.

      “It means a lot to me, too, sir.”

      The down payment on a new plane.

      Chapter Four

      “I wanna drink, Mama!”

      Grace heard the cheerful announcement a split second before a preschool girl popped up on the other side of the beverage table set up in the corner of Daniel Redstone’s barn. A pair of big blue eyes locked on the glass dispenser of ice-cold lemonade that Grace had filled before the square dance started.

      “All right.” The girl’s mother repositioned the sleeping infant cradled in her arms and smiled at Grace. “We’ll take one cup, please.”

      Grace ladled the lemonade into a plastic cup and the woman reached for it at the exact moment her daughter tugged on the strap of the diaper bag to get her attention. It started a chain reaction. Lemonade sloshed over the side of the cup, soaking the mother’s shirt, and the baby woke up.

      The woman’s smile disappeared as a piercing cry rent the air.

      “Here, Mama!” The girl snatched a napkin from the stack and the rest of them followed, sliding off the table like a miniature avalanche.

      Now the woman looked as if she were about to burst into tears. She tried to bend down to pick up the napkins and the diaper bag bumped a corner of the table.

      “Let me help,” Grace said quickly as the tower of plastic cups began to sway. She reached for the diaper bag, but suddenly found herself holding the baby, swaddled in a blue blanket, instead.

      “Thank you.” The children’s mother began to blot the moisture from her shirt with one of the napkins as she collected the rest of them from the ground. Once Grace recovered from her initial surprise, she smiled down at the infant in her arms.

      “Hey, sweetie,” she whispered. “Do you have a smile for me?”

      To Grace’s wonder, he stopped crying immediately and stared up at her, his expression changing from absolute misery to utter delight in the blink of an eye. The scent of baby powder and lotion washed over Grace, sweeter than anything she would find at a perfume counter. The tiny legs pedaled inside the blanket and Grace chuckled.

      “How many do you have?”

      Grace glanced up and met the woman’s knowing gaze.

      “How many?” she repeated.

      “Children.”

      “I...none.”

      “Really?” The look of astonishment on the woman’s face was flattering. “You look like someone who knows her way around babies.”

      The compliment wrapped around Grace’s heart like a hug.

      “Not yet,” she murmured, reluctantly turning the baby over to his mother.

      The woman planted a kiss on her son’s downy head. “Well, you will someday,” she declared. “And trust me, even with all the commotion and chaos, there’s nothing better than being a mom.”

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