us three months to finish. So you’ll keep working in class, but you’ll need to interview your parents and grandparents, learn their stories. Good luck to all of you.”
The room buzzed with excitement as the girls put away their sewing while discussing what they were going to do. Jenny glanced toward the back of the room and saw Evan.
Now it was her job to get him to go along with the sudden change of plans.
Evan watched as Jenny moved around the room talking to each student. It was obvious the girls adored her. She had an ease around kids, around everyone.
Not him. Outside of family, he’d always had trouble talking to people. He’d rather be alone than in a group. Megan hadn’t been eager to bring him out. She’d had her own social groups; besides quilting, there was her work at the church. Yet now, he could see his daughter needed more.
Although he’d once loved the solitude of working the vineyard, he’d found of late he was lonely. More so when he thought about Jenny Collins. Whenever he got close to her, he could feel the pull. Then there was the memory of the sweetest kiss and the stirring in his body that told him he wanted more, needed more as well.
His daughter came running toward him. “Daddy, guess what?”
“What?”
“We’re all going to make a big quilt together and have a writing contest. I need to get some old clothes from Grandpa for my blocks ‘cause I’m gonna write about him being from Ireland, and you and Uncle Matt, too.”
He looked at Jenny, who had arrived next to his daughter. “So you’re working on a new project already?”
“We’re taking a little detour,” Jenny answered.
Allison and Cherry walked up. “How about us girls go for some ice cream, Gracie? Then your dad and Jenny can talk.”
“Can I go, Daddy?”
Evan dug into his pocket for a few dollars and handed them to her. “Sure, but only get one scoop and don’t take too long.”
He watched as they left the shop, then turned back to Jenny. “What’s going on?”
“First of all, I was planning to tell to you about it when you got here.”
“Well, I’m here.” He glanced at Millie, who was with a customer. Both ladies were watching them with interest. “Is there somewhere private we can talk?” he asked.
“I can’t leave Millie.”
“I’ll be fine,” the saleswoman assured her. “You two go talk.” She smiled at Evan. “Good to see you again, Evan. Say hello to your father for me.”
He nodded. “I’ll do that.” He followed Jenny toward the back of the shop. She went to the office, then bypassed it. “The bookkeeper is working in there.”
Evan was surprised when Jenny opened another door that led to a staircase and started up. He followed her, and they ended up in her apartment.
He looked around, and then walked to the narrow window. “You can see Main Street.”
“Yeah, the view sold me on the place.”
He turned his attention to her. She looked tempting in fitted jeans and a tapered green blouse. Her sunny hair hung around her face and thin bangs brushed her forehead, highlighting her big brown eyes. She didn’t wear much makeup, giving her a fresh-scrubbed look. His gaze went to her full mouth and her perfect lips.
He shook away the direction of his thoughts. “Okay, what’s this change of plans?”
She blew out a breath. “You were right.”
He didn’t expect her to say that. “About what?”
“Gracie is too young to handle the complicated quilt pattern.”
He folded his arms across his chest. “Isn’t that what I tried to tell you from the beginning?”
“You did,” she conceded. “But what you didn’t realize about your daughter was she needed some independence. And she had to attempt to do the quilt before anyone could convince her otherwise. It seems stubbornness runs in your family.”
“You think I’m stubborn? You’re the one who wouldn’t let go of this.”
“But it helped. Can’t you see the difference in her?”
He nodded. “All right. She has been happier these last few weeks. But she has to be disappointed that she can’t finish the quilt.”
Jenny shook her head. “Oh, she’ll finish it, but she’s willing to wait.” She smiled. “And she got the one thing she truly wanted.”
“What was that?”
“Your attention.”
“She’s always had my attention,” he said.
“On your terms. The only outlet she had was school.”
“We live in the country.”
“But your daughter is growing up, she needs to socialize. And this class has helped her.”
Had he been that selfish? “Don’t forget I let her have a sleepover. But I’ll always want to protect her no matter how old she gets.”
“Of course, and she’ll always need that from you, along with your love.”
“She’s always had that, from the day she was born.” Evan felt the familiar sadness. “I never want her to ever doubt that.” He walked away then turned back to Jenny. “There were days when that little girl was the only reason I got out of bed. She kept me going.”
Jenny nodded, trying not to reach out and offer comfort to this man. She was already too involved. “And you helped your daughter get through losing her mother. She wants to help you, too. She knows how sad you’ve been.”
His blue eyes met hers. “You seem to know a lot about her.”
Jenny shrugged. “I was a stranger when she first talked to me. That made it easier for her.”
“You are easy to talk to. Thank you for spending time with Gracie, especially for last weekend’s sleepover.”
That was her, the person everyone wanted to share things with, to be friends with. Last weekend, when Evan had nearly kissed her again, she’d known it was a bad idea. She’d already gotten a taste of his loving family, something she’d always longed for, giving her ideas of having a piece of it.
“That might have created more problems.” She held his gaze as it did crazy things to her stomach, but she continued. “It changes things now, Rafferty, we might never be able to go back. You aren’t ready.”
“For what? To kiss you again? Hell, yes, I’m ready.” He was more than ready for her. He moved closer, stopping directly in front of her. He caught her scent. It was intoxicating. Feelings for
