Grandma's Wedding Quilts - THE PREQUEL by Cambridge Kate & Quilts Grandma's Wedding & Americana Sweet

Author:Cambridge, Kate & Quilts, Grandma's Wedding & Americana, Sweet [Cambridge, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2016-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

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The next morning Callum was at her door at 8 AM sharp. She provided him with a cup of coffee-to-go, then settled into the passenger seat of his car. Just like Callum, everything about his car was in order. It was so clean she might have guessed it was brand new. His cell phone had a place, as did his briefcase, as did his sunglasses, and two granola bars.

“Breakfast,” he smiled. “Because I've noticed that when you are consumed in a project, you forget to eat.”

“Rather observant, aren’t you?”

“I’d better be.” He winked at her then started the car. As they drove, she told him about the notebook that Audrina sent. “Do you think it could help us in our search?”

“I'm not sure, to be honest. It would be difficult to pin down who the people in the sketches were when so much time has passed. However, it could have some historical value if we find out who drew them.”

“I hope that we can.”

“Me, too, Hannah.”

In the almost three hours that passed, they discussed what it would be like to find the history and story behind the quilts, and what it might mean for the museum. Then they veered off into amusing memories of their time in college together. They were almost to their destination when Callum looked over at her.

“I was always trying to get your attention, you know. All of those ridiculous things I did—you must have thought I was a fool.”

“My attention? You always had everyone's attention.” She shook her head. “I never thought you were a fool, Callum.”

“No?” He pulled into the parking lot of the private school.

“No, never.” She smiled at him.

“Then why didn't you ever talk to me? I mean really talk to me. Every time I tried to get you into a conversation, you would find an excuse to get away.”

“Oh, well.” She picked at the edge of her shirt. “I was shy.”

“Shy?” He laughed. “Now that I don't believe. I saw you go toe-to-toe with our professor in front of our entire Lit class.”

“Because he insisted that the Nelson-Atwell Museum was nothing but old relics and dust. He was such a jerk.”

“You let him know it, too.”

“We should go in.” She glanced at her watch. “It's lunch time, and I called ahead to let them know we would be here, so we should be able to get a good amount of time with Jefferson.”

He stepped out of the car. When she joined him on the walkway that led up to the school, she wondered whether some of his friendly banter was hinting at something more. It was hard for her to believe, as she had never considered herself attractive.

She pushed the thought aside and focused on the man that stood at the front door of the school.

“Hello, welcome.” He smiled at them both. “Was it a difficult drive?”

“Not at all.” Hannah shook his hand. “I’m Hannah Quinn and this is the friend and expert I told you about, Callum Jones.”

“Hannah, Callum, it's a pleasure to meet you.

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