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can fit it in."
    They were at the side of Cassidy's shop now, at the outside stairway that led to her door. Cassidy stopped and looked up at him. "Sounds great."
    "You know, Cass," Trace said, his head tipped a little to study her. "You're always happy for others."
    "Oh," Cassidy said, frowning a little. "I guess I am, but what made you say that?"
    "I don't know. I just thought of it."
    Cassidy smiled, remembering yet another thing she liked about Trace Holden. He was good at sharing his thoughts.
    Trace only smiled back at the small blonde, urged her indoors, and told her he'd see her Sunday.
    Cassidy wasted no time, knowing he had to ride all the way home, in slipping into her small upstairs apartment. She lit a lantern even though it was still light and thought about why she felt a mixture of weariness and restlessness.
    Not only did Cassidy make and mend clothing, she also sewed quilts and displayed them in the window of her shop. They sold at a fairly fast rate, and she was nearly always working on one. Tonight would be a perfect time to get in some extra stitching, but for some reason her heart wasn't in it.
    Opting to just sit by the window and watch the sun go down, Cassidy sat in her most comfortable chair and thought back on the day.
    "What's this?" Meg stopped by the bed much later that night, her long-sleeved nightgown already in place.
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    Brad peeked out from the newspaper he'd been reading and tried not to look pleased.
    "What does it look like?" he asked.
    Meg picked up the thin garment and held it up for inspection. Knowing Cassidy's work by heart, she wasn't long in catching on. "Did you have Cassidy make this?"
    "Yes, ma'am."
    Just about squealing in delight, Meg swiftly changed into the new nightgown and looked down at herself.
    "It's so light and soft."
    Brad only smiled at her expression and watched her closely. He caught it the moment she frowned.
    "It's very sheer," Meg decided.
    "Is that a problem?"
    "I don't know."
    "Meg," Brad spoke gently to his wife, "you're too warm at night, and you never leave the bedroom without your robe."
    Looking down at herself, Meg studied the sleeveless design, V neck, and the way the garment stopped just below her knees. In truth she hadn't felt so cool all day.
    Without speaking, she climbed into bed and put her arms around her husband. Kissing him softly, she said, "Thank you."
    "You're welcome," Brad said, and kissed her right back.
    Meg looked into his eyes. "I wondered what you were up to." Brad smiled. "I can't get away with much these days." "It all shows on your face."
    "What's showing on my face right now?" Brad asked, pulling her a little closer.
    Meg smiled without answering and kissed her husband again.
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    "GOOD MORNING, JEANETTE,"RYLANsaid quietly.
    "Good morning, Rylan. Come in," Jeanette invited. The big man stepped inside her elegant home early Thursday morning. "Thanks for coming," the woman continued. "She's in a bad way."
    Rylan only nodded, having been through this before, and followed Jeanette to the conservatory. At times, Theta Holden grew agitated. She didn't cry out or fight against Jeanette and Heather, but she shifted in her seat often and worried the padded arms of the chair. At times tears would roll down her face. The first time it happened, just two years earlier, Jeanette stood helpless and cried with her, but in time she learned to send for Rylan. His deep, calm voice had a settling effect on her sister, and if he was available, he was always willing to come.
    "Good morning, Mrs. Holden. Your sister tells me you're not feeling the best this morning."
    Jeanette, listening from the edge of the room, thanked God for her pastor. He did not make foolish or inane statements. It might have been tempting to tell Theta that he'd just happened to stop by, but instead told her he'd been sent for.
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    "Starting in verse three, it says, Tea, if thou criest after knowledge, and liftest up thy voice for understanding; if thou seekest her as silver,