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    â€œWe’ll get together soon to discuss menus for the quilt retreat,” Claire said, smiling and glancing at her husband. “Come by the restaurant anytime.” The four of them wandered off together.
    As if she couldn’t help herself, Kit glanced over, searching for Ramsay, and found him pouring himself a cup of coffee. He caught her staring and his eyes locked with hers. She saw a hint of something—craftiness?
Surely not.
She’d pegged him as the brawny bear, not the fox with cunning and intellect. Then he plastered a smile on his face.
    Cait turned to where she looked. “What do you think of our Ramsay?”
    Not willing to curse in front of this seemingly nice woman, Kit flipped open her day planner. “I’ll need a few details about the retreat.”
    Inside her planner was a laminated photo of her grandmother’s antique quilt, the picture she kept with her at all times, her talisman. Usually, it centered her, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ramsay join two other men—fishermen by their wellies, and undoubtedly his brothers by their outward similarities. Ramsay crossed his arms and glared at the one who looked to be lecturing him. The other brother stood by and grinned. If she had to guess, Ramsay was doing his damnedest to get out of transporting her all over Scotland, but he wasn’t succeeding.
    At that moment, he speared her with a glower. Shewasn’t intimidated. She responded with a sweet smile and a curt wave. He clenched his teeth and turned away. You’re stuck with me, buddy, she thought to herself.
    Cait cleared her throat. “Yes, the retreat.”
    Deydie leaned into Kit and peered over her day planner. “What’s this? Did you make this quilt?” She snatched the photo away, examining the picture.
    â€œIt was a family heirloom.” But it was no longer in her family. It had been promised to Kit as a little girl and displayed in a glass case in her bedroom while she was away at college. But then, when everything had gone to auction to pay the creditors, her grandmother’s quilt had been tagged, numbered, and sold, leaving Kit heartbroken. It had been the only thing in their family home that had held any real value for her. Their house was gone. The quilt was gone. But the memories remained.
    The old woman handed the photo to Cait.
    â€œIt’s beautiful.” Cait returned it to Kit.
    The subject wasn’t closed yet to Deydie. She openly scrutinized her. “Do you sew or do you just matchmake?”
    Kit smiled at her. She liked this direct and bossy woman. “I know how to sew.” Kit had been roped into learning. When Bridget, the youngest of them, needed costumes for
The Sound of Music
, all three of the sisters had worked together with the rest of the drama club. By the time Bridget was singing “My Favorite Things,” they had mastered the basics of laying out patterns, cutting fabric, and using a sewing machine.
    â€œBut can ye quilt?” Deydie asked eagerly.
    Cait put her hand on her grandmother’s shoulder. “Ye’re badgering.”
    Kit smiled and shook her head. “No, it’s fine. I’ve never quilted, but I’d love to learn.”
    Deydie smacked the table nearby. “Well, damned if I won’t teach ye.” She hopped up and went to the bookshelf.
    Ramsay sauntered over to Kit. “The storm has let up. If you want to get on the road today, now’s your chance. I’ll come to the pub and get you when I’m ready.”
    Kit checked her watch. It was too late to meet up with Art. But they could get started with the other bachelors on her list.
    Cait wrote down her phone number for Kit. “Call me when you get time so we can discuss the details of the retreat.”
    Deydie was still thumbing through pattern books when Kit told her goodbye. She grabbed her trench coat and left.
    Ramsay was right; the storm had blown over. Kit