![]() ![]() ![]() “Is Cass here?” It was entirely possible she wasn’t-the villagers had taken to swiping her lately. Aaron was a man of many talents, and he’d sat in on Kevin and Sean’s knitting lessons more than once, but even Aunt Moira had looked at his sample and suggested it might make a lovely fishing net, with so many holes. “Her brother’s sound asleep-apparently he’s allergic to dusting.” “It was either that or take a nap,” said Aaron dryly. ![]() “Helping your daddy with the dusting, are you?” The baby waved both hands and babbled gleefully. She tugged open the door of the inn and spied Aaron arranging flowers in the hallway, a bright-eyed girl in a carrier on his back. Perhaps, in the way of most complicated things, they were meant to be both. They felt awkward-like a bribe, instead of a gift. Sophie looked down at the soft skeins of yarn in her hands. ![]()
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