good.â
âThanks.â The compliment seemed to settle her nerves. âIâm glad you like it. Like Paul said, making up recipes is kind of a hobby of mine.â
âIf this is what you call a hobby, I think you should go pro.â He took another big bite.
âI could say the same thing about you. I mean, Iâve seen you whittling, but I had no ideaââ she gestured widely ââabout all this. Your carvings are beautiful.â
âIâm glad you like them.â
âDo you ever sell your work?â
âNow and again,â he replied evasively.
âMaybe youâd sell me one of your small pieces. Iâd like to take something back to Atlanta with me.â
Now, why was she spoiling a perfectly pleasant morning bringing that thought up? âIâll not take your money. If you see anything youâd like to have, take it as my gift, or I could make you something special if you want.â Instantly he knew just what that would be. A slender branch of dogwood caught in blossom.
âThatâd be nice if youâre sure you donât mind,â she said shyly. âBut just something small. You know you should definitely find a market for these pieces.â
âLike I said, I sell a few things here and there.â Abel took another big bite of bread and hoped Emily wouldnât ask any more questions.
The truth was, his business was booming. He had more orders on his computer than he could fill in a yearâs time, and no matter how much he raised his prices, more commissions kept pouring in. Abel wasnât sure exactly how to handle that or how he felt about carving for money instead of for the joy of it.
It almost seemed dishonest to him to take so much money for something he loved to do, something he honestly couldnât help doing. When he picked up the right piece of wood, he saw the finished piece curled inside it, and he just couldnât rest easy until heâd chipped it free. The fact that people were willing to pay hundreds, even thousands, of dollars for his work was a genuine puzzlement to him.
âWell, weâre taking up too much of your time. Iâm sure youâre wondering why I came,â Emily began in a businesslike tone.
Abel smiled at her. Heâd designed this workshop to catch the best and brightest of the available light, and the sunlight was now highlighting her hair, making its strands sparkle warmly. It traced the curve of her cheek and accentuated her features like only natural light could do. Unfiltered sunlight could be a harsh critic, but it loved Emily.
âNo, Iâm not wondering. Iâm just glad youâre here.â It was true, he realized. Opening his workshop door to find Emily and her children on his doorstep had been as sweet and unexpected as finding a bluebird nest in a tangle of brambles.
She offered him an uncertain smile. âThatâs nice of you to say, especially considering how Iâve been acting.â She firmed up her lips and looked him straight in the eye. âI came up here because I owe you an apology, Abel.â
He shook his head. âNo, you donât.â
âI do. I realized it when Phoebe let the goats out. You couldnât have been any nicer to her about all that even though it took you forever to round them all back up. And youâve been nothing but nice to me since I got here, and Iâve been fighting you at every turn. Itâs just...â She took a deep breath and forged on. âItâs a little hard for me to trust people.â
Well, that was an understatement. âPeople can disappoint you.â He watched her expression carefully. They were treading on delicate ground.
âThatâs kind of the story of my life. But youâve never disappointed me, and it isnât fair for me to treat you as if you have. Or will. So, Iâm sorry.â
âDonât worry about it. I never took it
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