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and I’ll help you carry in your bags,” Bryce offered, winking at Daisy.
Ignoring the flutter caused by that wink, Daisy nodded and gathered up the luggage and purchases the newlyweds had brought home.
When they got to the cabin, Bryce opened the door but hung back near Daisy to let the happy couple inside first. They wearily headed straight to their room, completely missing the fact that the new stove now dominated the hearth. Daisy and Bryce exchanged a shocked look. He held a finger up to his lips, and she nodded. It could wait.
The glow from the small fire Daisy had set in the hearth in the newlyweds’ room bathed the finished place.
“Look, Logan!” Hattie turned around to take everything in, still holding a saddlebag clutched to her chest. “The quilt is on the bed, and they moved the carved trunk.” She dropped the saddlebags onto Logan’s desk and walked over to the washstand. “Daisy, you hung the curtains and our new towels! What’s this?” Hattie traced the carving around the mirror. “It’s beautiful!” She enveloped her friend in a warm hug.
“We thought it’d be a nice surprise.” Daisy hugged her back.
“You put up the mantel.” Logan ran his hands across it. “And hung the pegs.” He turned to beam at Bryce and Daisy. “You two finished everything!”
“Not everything.” Bryce shrugged off the praise, but Daisy could tell he was pleased with their reaction.
“We put things in order,” Daisy agreed, “but it takes love to make a house a home.”
“With Hattie by my side and good friends around us”—Logan put an arm around his wife and smiled at everyone—“I think we’ve got a good start.”
The next morning, Hattie made her way into the cabin’s main room to help prepare breakfast. After hugging Miz Willow and swooping down on Jamie for a quick kiss on the forehead, she turned to the hearth.
“Is that a …” Hattie couldn’t find the words, her blue eyes wide as saucers as she approached the new stove.
Daisy watched in silence as Hattie looked it over from top to bottom, holding out her hands to capture the fire’s warmth. She waited until Hattie opened the oven door and sent the smell of rising cinnamon rolls swirling though the cabin.
“The Chances had it shipped to Hawk’s Fall,” Daisy explained.
“Bryce fetched it and hauled it back here while you were gone.”
“It’s wonderful,” Hattie breathed, her eyes shining. “It looks complicated, though. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”
Daisy couldn’t hold back the laughter that welled up at Hattie’s innocent statement.
“What’s got you laughing so hard, Daisy?” Logan asked as he and Bryce came inside.
Daisy couldn’t catch her breath enough to repeat Hattie’s words.
“I don’t know.” Hattie shook her head in confusion. “I just told her I hoped they didn’t have to go to too much trouble to bring in the new stove.”
Daisy almost had the spurts of laughter under control when Bryce’s deep chuckles made her lose her composure again. They were the only ones who knew just how funny it was.
“I don’t get it.” Logan shrugged and walked over to inspect the stove. “Hey, are those pie tins under there?”
Daisy and Bryce just shook their heads and laughed harder as Miz Willow took over.
“What of it? I cain’t think of a better place for a pie tin than the hearth!”
“How was yore honeymoon, Hattie?” Daisy asked after the men had finished breakfast and gone off to do chores. She shifted Jamie to her other hip. He was getting big.
“Wonderful!” Hattie’s one-word answer said it all. Logan treated her right, and she was happy with the life she’d chosen.
“Good.” Daisy stopped as Hattie stooped to harvest some leaves for her medicine satchel. “Meet anyone interestin’?”
“Yes. Frank Tarhill is a real sharp businessman with a good eye for detail.” Hattie stopped talking and looked Daisy in the eye. “He noticed the new lace collar on my
Ignoring the flutter caused by that wink, Daisy nodded and gathered up the luggage and purchases the newlyweds had brought home.
When they got to the cabin, Bryce opened the door but hung back near Daisy to let the happy couple inside first. They wearily headed straight to their room, completely missing the fact that the new stove now dominated the hearth. Daisy and Bryce exchanged a shocked look. He held a finger up to his lips, and she nodded. It could wait.
The glow from the small fire Daisy had set in the hearth in the newlyweds’ room bathed the finished place.
“Look, Logan!” Hattie turned around to take everything in, still holding a saddlebag clutched to her chest. “The quilt is on the bed, and they moved the carved trunk.” She dropped the saddlebags onto Logan’s desk and walked over to the washstand. “Daisy, you hung the curtains and our new towels! What’s this?” Hattie traced the carving around the mirror. “It’s beautiful!” She enveloped her friend in a warm hug.
“We thought it’d be a nice surprise.” Daisy hugged her back.
“You put up the mantel.” Logan ran his hands across it. “And hung the pegs.” He turned to beam at Bryce and Daisy. “You two finished everything!”
“Not everything.” Bryce shrugged off the praise, but Daisy could tell he was pleased with their reaction.
“We put things in order,” Daisy agreed, “but it takes love to make a house a home.”
“With Hattie by my side and good friends around us”—Logan put an arm around his wife and smiled at everyone—“I think we’ve got a good start.”
The next morning, Hattie made her way into the cabin’s main room to help prepare breakfast. After hugging Miz Willow and swooping down on Jamie for a quick kiss on the forehead, she turned to the hearth.
“Is that a …” Hattie couldn’t find the words, her blue eyes wide as saucers as she approached the new stove.
Daisy watched in silence as Hattie looked it over from top to bottom, holding out her hands to capture the fire’s warmth. She waited until Hattie opened the oven door and sent the smell of rising cinnamon rolls swirling though the cabin.
“The Chances had it shipped to Hawk’s Fall,” Daisy explained.
“Bryce fetched it and hauled it back here while you were gone.”
“It’s wonderful,” Hattie breathed, her eyes shining. “It looks complicated, though. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”
Daisy couldn’t hold back the laughter that welled up at Hattie’s innocent statement.
“What’s got you laughing so hard, Daisy?” Logan asked as he and Bryce came inside.
Daisy couldn’t catch her breath enough to repeat Hattie’s words.
“I don’t know.” Hattie shook her head in confusion. “I just told her I hoped they didn’t have to go to too much trouble to bring in the new stove.”
Daisy almost had the spurts of laughter under control when Bryce’s deep chuckles made her lose her composure again. They were the only ones who knew just how funny it was.
“I don’t get it.” Logan shrugged and walked over to inspect the stove. “Hey, are those pie tins under there?”
Daisy and Bryce just shook their heads and laughed harder as Miz Willow took over.
“What of it? I cain’t think of a better place for a pie tin than the hearth!”
“How was yore honeymoon, Hattie?” Daisy asked after the men had finished breakfast and gone off to do chores. She shifted Jamie to her other hip. He was getting big.
“Wonderful!” Hattie’s one-word answer said it all. Logan treated her right, and she was happy with the life she’d chosen.
“Good.” Daisy stopped as Hattie stooped to harvest some leaves for her medicine satchel. “Meet anyone interestin’?”
“Yes. Frank Tarhill is a real sharp businessman with a good eye for detail.” Hattie stopped talking and looked Daisy in the eye. “He noticed the new lace collar on my
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