was covered with a big white apron that had a few stains on it, and a streak of flour stood out against her red cheek. Maybe it was the smell of whatever was baking, but Quinn found himself thinking she looked delicious.
She gestured toward the door, one eyebrow raised.
“Uh, no! I mean, I don’t need to speak to you.”
She seemed taken aback by his forthrightness. “Oh. Then why are you here?”
“Martha asked me to deliver the quilts, since they’re heavy.”
He’d expected a polite thank-you. Instead, surprise followed by excitement filled her beautiful face. Then she rushed past him, followed by Sara, and he found himself standing alone in the big kitchen.
Shaking his head, he turned to follow. Did the woman ever remain in control? Every time he’d seen her, her emotions had been driving her. At least today they were happy emotions.
Since they’d left the front door open, Molly had no difficulty locating the quilts, both wrapped in clear plastic to protect them from dirt. She and little Sara were tugging on the top quilt, trying to move it inside.
“Here, let me do that,” he said, touching her on the shoulder.
She jumped, as if she’d forgotten he was there.
Quinn was surprised at how much that thought bothered him. He wasn’t used to being ignored. He stepped out on the porch and gathered the first quilt into his arms. Putting it on the rug that covered the entryway, he went back for the second one.
“Thank you so much for bringing them,” Molly said, her voice breathless.
Quinn couldn’t help thinking how that voice would affect him in a dark room, her body pressed close to his, the two of them alone. He cleared his throat. “Uh, you’re welcome.”
“Are we going to put them on the beds, Mommy?” Sara asked, her voice as enthusiastic as her mother’s.
“Of course, sweetie,” Molly said, but she didn’t move.
Quinn wondered why she stood waiting. Then he realized she was waiting for him to leave, of course. He immediately started to make his departure, but his gaze fell on the wide graceful stairway that led to the second floor. How would Molly and delicate little Sara get those heavy quilts up the stairs?
“Let me carry the quilts upstairs for you,” he said on impulse. After all, that was what Martha would want him to do.
“No, that’s not necessary. You’ve already done so much, bringing them here. I didn’t expect that,” Molly assured him, her smile still bright.
“It won’t take but a minute. Which one do you want first?”
“Are you sure?” she asked, the smile dimming as she searched his face.
He’d never worked so hard to do something for a lady in his life. “I’m sure. This one?”
The quilt he pointed to was the one the ladies had said was Bachelor’s Puzzle. It had been done in various shades of blue.
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