A Cold Creek Holiday. RaeAnne Thayne
we have to?” Tallie moaned.
“Your uncle will be looking for us,” she answered, though in truth, she was just as reluctant to leave. She wanted to sit here awhile longer enjoying the warmth of this family and the tensile connection to old secrets.
Tallie gave a few more put-upon sighs, but Claire only looked disappointed for a moment, then she rose. “Come on, Tal. Let’s go.”
“Thanks again for bringing the homework,” Wade said to the girls, then turned to Emery. “It was nice to meet you.”
Somehow she managed to smile back over the renewed pounding of her heart. Would he say that if he knew the truth? She had to wonder. As she ushered the girls toward the door, Caroline and Tanner followed them. On the porch, she held out two lunch bags Emery hadn’t even noticed she had been carrying.
“What’s this?” Emery asked.
“Cookies, a bag for you and one for Nate and the girls. And just in case I didn’t mention it, they’re made with jam from our own raspberry canes in the garden. I don’t have very many specialties so I’m pretty proud of this one.”
Caroline hugged both Tallie and Claire goodbye, sympathy in her eyes for the two little girls. To her surprise, she hugged Emery, too.
“It was great to meet you. I really would love to see some of your fabrics.”
She didn’t know what to do with all this warmth, especially when some insane part of her wanted to sit right down on the porch and tell Caroline Dalton everything.
“I’ll see what I can do,” she answered, then she and the girls headed off the porch, mounted their horses and took off down the driveway toward Hope Springs.
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