A Dagger Cuts Deep by Kathy L Wheeler

Author:Kathy L Wheeler [Wheeler, Kathy L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mystery romance, sweet romance, island romance, twins, small town, sisters, inheritance, suspense
Publisher: Kathy L Wheeler
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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“A quilt?” Jackson asked softly.

Deidre’s eyes had taken on a dazed quality. “Quilt?”

His insides softened. He grinned. “The fireworks.” As if there weren’t enough in that room, rioting through him. “Surely, we can’t disappoint your daughter.”

“Daughter?”

“Don’t tell me you’d forgotten her?”

His words snapped her out of her stupor, her cheeks tinging pink. “No. No, of course not.” She turned in a slow circle as if she couldn’t remember the reason they had entered Penelope’s private enshrined domain.

He spotted a cedar trunk at the end of the bed and went over and lifted the lid. Inside he found household keepsakes, a hope chest of sorts. He’d heard his cousins talk of such things years ago but had never seen one. He set aside a boxed tea set, dishtowels, porcelain knickknacks, and a number of other feminine items that gave insight into the young Penelope he remembered and didn’t remember. Beneath a set of sheets, he found a precisely folded quilt, pieced together from different shades of pink cloth, and tied with a satin ribbon. “Will this work?”

“It looks as if that quilt has never been used,” she said softly, running her hand over the puffed fabric. “I don’t feel right using it. Her sister should have it.”

Jackson was at a loss. “But Ruth said she didn’t want anything…” He was speaking to an empty room. He tossed the quilt on the bed and hurried after Deidre. He found her going into another room down the hall, one that looked nothing like Penelope’s feminine abode.

He walked in behind Deidre and found Lori sitting up in the middle of a double bed, clutching her yarn-headed doll, grinning, her excitement infectious and palpable. “Can I get up now, Mama?”

Deidre sighed with what he thought was mock resignation. “I suppose so.”

Lori hopped off the bed and Deidre proceeded to fold the quilt lying atop. This counterpane was very old and ragged around the edges.

“We’ll use this one,” she told Jackson.

He glanced around at the differences between this bedroom and Penelope’s. This room was so impersonal he couldn’t tell if it had belonged to Ruth, or to her father. It looked as if Deidre had already packed the personals away. He took the quilt from her and followed them out, only half-listening to Lori’s excited chatter.

Jackson ushered his two dates from the cottage at seven that evening. The sun was low. He expected they had approximately an hour or so of daylight left. He swung Lori up on his shoulders for the hike to Serpent’s Point. “Hold on tight,” he told her.

Her tiny hands clamped onto his jawline.

They followed the crowd through the forest into the open air of the bluffs and took the path that led away from the manor house toward the Point.

A few minutes later Jackson spotted Tevi waving him and Deidre over to an area already filling up with blankets, noisy kids running wild, and such. Tevi’s husband, an English lord no less, was sitting on the ground. The sight took Jackson aback momentarily.

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