gave him a shaky laugh. “So soon?”
He leaned his elbows on his knees. “Talk is cheap, Kristina Montgomery. Where’s your sense of adventure?”
She squared her shoulders. “Are you daring me to go?
He cocked his head. “Consider it a leap of faith. Gaining a God-sized perspective on where you’ve been and where you want to go. And I’ll throw in a free flying lesson.”
Kristina’s mouth fell open. “Flying lessons? How did we go from an aerial tour of the Eastern Shore to me taking control of an airplane?”
He rolled his tongue in his cheek. “And here I believed taking control would be your thing.”
She sniffed. “You don’t think I’ll accept, do you?”
He pursed his lips. “I think you can do anything you set your mind to. Trouble is, getting you to believe that, too.”
She extended her hand. “All right then. You’ve got a deal.” She glanced toward the kitchen. “But I insist you let me use my accounting degree and get your books up-to-date.”
His hand closed around hers. A tingle shot up his arm. “Fair enough.” He squeezed her fingers before letting go. “0900 sharp.”
Canyon’s heart raced with a mixture of dread and excitement. So much for avoiding the Widow Montgomery. And he pondered just how much this flying lesson would cost him.
On Saturday, Gray set off after breakfast to work at the airfield. Kristina expected Jade to be a late riser, but the teenager soon clomped downstairs in her black combat boots. And settled in a chair at the red kitchenette table.
Kristina leaned against the countertop, sipping from her second cup of coffee.
Over a plate of crispy bacon and steaming eggs, the teenager did a studied inventory of the kitchen. “You like old stuff.”
Kristina nodded. “Old-fashioned, but I find something comforting about the tried and the true.” She took another sip. “I guess I’m hopelessly outdated.”
Jade’s gaze roamed from the vintage embroidered tea towel draped over the drain board to the red-checked gingham curtains at the window. “Not outdated. Retro. And it’s cool.” Her kohl-rimmed eyes caught Kristina’s before sliding away. “Like a real home should look.”
Despite Jade’s air of indifference, she was still such a child. Kristina’s heart ached at the grim picture Canyon had painted of Jade’s childhood.
She couldn’t understand why she felt so drawn to Jade. But she’d spent a lot of time praying last night—the second time in twelve hours—for wisdom in dealing with the raw, gaping wounds in the girl’s heart. Beneath the layers of makeup and metallic ear studs, Kristina sensed a genuine goodness in Jade. Disillusioned and guarded, yet someone badly in need of a second chance.
Not unlike Kristina herself.
The makeup and the clothing, she suspected, were a way to deflect anyone from getting too close. A mask for Jade’s low self-esteem.
Jade pushed away from the table. “Thanks for breakfast.” The chair scraped across the black checkerboard linoleum. “And for letting me spend my first night here.” She carried her plate to the sink. “I’ll wash the dishes. I owe you.”
Kristina set her cup on the counter. “You don’t owe me. Neighbors being neighborly is the Kiptohanock way.”
Jade gave her a look out of the corner of her eyes. “For real? Like Mayberry?”
Kristina laughed. “Not quite, but something like that.”
“I’m still going to wash the dishes for you.”
Jade was eminently salvageable. Infinitely worth rescuing. But as prickly as a catfish. She’d need to move carefully with her.
She laid her hand on Jade’s shoulder, squeezed and moved away before Jade could react. “You may be the best houseguest I’ve ever had. I’m not going to want you to ever leave.”
A small smile curved Jade’s mouth before she turned the smile into a frown.
“There’s something else you could help me with today.”
Jade turned on the faucet. “What’s that?”
“I’ve got to cut some flowers in my yard.”
Jade plugged the drain and squirted detergent under the spray of water. “Why?”
“For an altar arrangement at the worship service tomorrow.”
Jade’s jaw tightened. “I don’t know anything about flowers.” She scrubbed the plates.
“I could use your help. It’s a two-person job, especially when it comes to transporting the vases.”
“Whatever.”
Taking that as near to an affirmation as she’d get, Kristina dried while Jade finished washing the dishes. “Go get your coat. It’s cold outside.”
Jade took the stairs two at a time and returned with her coat.
Retrieving a plastic bucket from underneath the sink, Kristina filled the bucket halfway with lukewarm water. She lifted the bucket out of the sink and set it between them.
After donning her own coat, she extracted a flat, open basket from the confines of a Hoosier-style cupboard. “Tools of the trade.” She laid two orange-handled clippers inside the basket.
Jade heaved the bucket of water. “I’ll carry this for you.”
Kristina smiled. “Thank you, Jade. That’s so considerate of you.”
To illustrate how little she cared, Jade scowled.
Note to self—praise Jade more often for good work.
The basket on her arm, Kristina shoved open the door with her shoulder. Lugging the bucket, Jade sloshed into the backyard.
“Morning is the best time to cut flowers, when the stems are fully hydrated. In the heat of the day, the petals droop.”
Jade shot a scoffing look at the overcast winter sky. “What heat?”
Kristina headed toward a bright spot of pink blooming amid a profusion of dark green leaves. Placing the basket on the ground, she motioned for Jade to set the bucket alongside.
The look on Jade’s face was comical when Kristina handed her one of the clippers. “You want me to cut the flowers?”
Kristina took the other pair and opened the blades along a stem line. “Look for a branch with multiple buds. One bud should show color and another just starting to open.”
Jade
