Romancing Nadine by Amy Lillard

Author:Amy Lillard
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2020-06-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

He had completely lost track of how long they had been in the fabric store. Couldn’t have been more than a few minutes; might have been an eternity. However long it really was, it seemed like an eternity. Now all the colors were beginning to look the same.

When they first arrived, the question had been about the darkness of the color, something he had never thought about even once in his life. Even then, he’d managed to listen to all the talk and not go find a chair somewhere out of the way. He had told Nadine that he wanted to be her friend and, the good Lord by his side, that was exactly what he was going to do. Even if it meant trying to choose between robin’s egg, pale ocean, and something called Tiffany blue, which confused him. Who was Tiffany, and why did she have her own color? Basically they were all blue-green, aqua sort of colors, but he couldn’t tell the benefit of one shade over another.

He looked around to see if there was a clock. Had it been hours? Maybe this friendship thing was not meant to be.

Or maybe she was testing him.

“I don’t know,” Charlotte said. “I think you should go with something darker.”

“I know, Mamm,” Jenna returned. Amos could tell from the stubborn slant of her jaw that darker was not part of her plan. “It’s down to these three colors.”

Charlotte studied them carefully.

Amos squinted and turned his head to one side. They all still looked the same. He turned away and continued to look around for the clock.

He didn’t think he’d ever been in a fabric store before. That was all they had, just fabric and something called notions, which he had learned were all the doodads that went with sewing—buttons, snaps, and zippers. Sixty-two and he had learned something today. That was good, right?

“Amos, what do you think?”

“Huh?” He swung his attention back to Nadine. “What?”

“Which one is your favorite?”

He looked at the material. Nope. Hadn’t changed one bit. They still all looked the same.

He raised his gaze to the three women. Somehow, they had ended up shoulder to shoulder on the other side of the display table from him. The three had-to-be-different-in-some-way pale blue fabrics between them. He looked at the women. They looked at him.

“I . . . uh—” What to say? What to say? Color had never meant that much to him. He wore what he was supposed to and never questioned it beyond that. Now he was being asked to do the impossible and choose between three identical—at least to him—colors.

He had gone shopping with his mamm and his sisters growing up, and he tried to remember what they did when faced with such a dilemma. He couldn’t think of a thing.

And now he was out of time. He waved his hands around as if that would give him more insight. It didn’t, and he lowered them to rest on the fabric in front of him.

Touch! That was it.

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